Limbo

Limbo

We speak in the common parlance of the veil
Where the skin is thin between the worlds

We hear it on the breeze

We glimpse it in the shadows

We feel it in our bones

Twilight

                     Half-Light

                                           Evening Gloom

                                                                         Nightfall

                                                                                          Sundown

We have built many words into our language to describe the veil

Light wanes, ebbs, declines, abates, dims, fades
During eventide, gloaming, dusk, crepuscule
Whatever the word, we all know how it feels

Transition of Time

We are on the threshold of an end and a beginning
But between the worlds, the veil is thinnest

You can feel it

Nocturnal inhabitants rouse in the evening veil
Diurnal proclaimers increase their melatonin
There is a shift in the balance of the world
The veil envelopes the Earth in a wave of penumbra

You synchronise with it

Transient limbo
Nothingness & nowhere incarnate
Indifferent oblivion of light
Cyclical amnesia of luminosity

Crepuscular abeyance of time
Fluid solidity of shadows
Obscurity of the day now past
Resigned to the history of the mind

You are swallowed by it

Stay silent in the audible sway of the deepest darkness

             Stand strong as it creeps across your skin

                          Become incandescent in the dark

© Iain Merchant 2020