Grey time, neither night nor day, when the Earth has settled into subtle hues, and shadows dance across the land. When Sun and Moon brush hands across the Heavens, and evening lullabys begun. Soft, and sweet sing the angels, in the guise of common creatures. As one by one, Heaven's nightlights come on. Wrap me in twilight, at the end of day, still the noisy chatter that plays within my brain. With tender caress cradle me within. Sent: 1/5/2007 1:17 PM
