Twilights Child

Twilights child,
not quite there,
ephemeral shadow
dancing the silver thread
between now and then.

She tiptoes between,
night and day,
hushed,
so as not to awaken the darkness,
rank, heavy and rotting.

Not quite willing to reach for daylight,
with its glaring inscrutability,
she instead sits,
hushed,
in the shadows,
earthy and ancient.

A forgotten dream, a forgotten notion.
Twilights Child