Twilight

In the early eyes of twilight

I wash my mind’s face clean

of oil and anxiety.

Calm and smoothe I comb the cares of a tangled day.

I offer my purest print

for the sunshine’s melting gold....

Letting dreams unfold.

I await the magic scent

to anoint my scars of discontent.

Soothing my troubled heart and mind.

Resolving my spirit, I unwind.

Written by Sheri Proffitt