The blue hour, when colours blend
Creating a strange place
Unknowable
Yet the mind holds on to something known
Between the space, we call day and night
Not awake, nor sleeping
Running from the dream maker
Towards daybreak
Sunlight full of promise
If only that one nagging thought
Did not remain
What did I touch?
In that moment between
That my heart remembers
Is it something lost to all of us?
©anitadawes
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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