Epiphany At Dusk

I sit beneath a twilight sky, where fading light and shadow vie-
A violet tide folding into embered rose,
Horizon bowed in burnished pearl.

Once, I clung to ways well-known,
A world of echos, my heart forged in frost.
But as dusk unfurled its mystic bloom-
Curls of saffron, ripples of indigo-
I felt a stirring deep within;
A spark unseen until met by dark.

I drift through memories like lanterns adrift on calm water,
Where laughter surfaces, then sinks beneath silent tides.
The mirror of my soul reveals
All that went unspoken, all I concealed.
In solitude I find the sound of truths unknown, profound, unbound.

In that shifting realm from dusk to dawn,
Awareness blooms and shadows wane.
I rise to greet a truth refined:
That love, like light, is redefined.
In each heartbeat I welcome the new:
A fleeting past transfigured into sight-
Soft brilliance born within the gray,
A promise that night, in gentle grace, bows today.