Two worlds, two separate universes collide
shifting, shattering, meshing together
blurring the lines of night and day
The harsh blazing sun crashes into
the calm white moon.
The clouds bend with the stars
the sharp colors layer with dull dark
As orange mingles with indigo
catching the breath of the few
to witiness this spectacle
at the peak of its crescendo
The world is bathed clean, new again
the scars of forgotten wounds
began to disappear as the blue hour nears
For moment I stand suspended in air
eyes widen, hands reach out
With the end of another day
is the hope of a new beginning
to wash the face of our lives
enabling us to try once again.
