The City At Twilight

Where the sun meets the land and the trees become shadow

A city of twilight is built from shining rays.

A beautiful motherland that stands tall in the sea

A haven of strength and devotion.

This city’s doors are always thrown wide

Inviting, and golden, and strong

The city has walls of sparkling sand

The dunes curving inwards when I stay for a while.

The city is always warm, with a comforting breeze

And the snow feels like a blanket of soft fluffy air.

The city is bright, with dazzling lights

Emitting toasty brown glow

Like fall tea in the sun.

If you were to venture far into the alleys

Old buildings still stand from when the city was young.

These houses are broken, crumbling, and haunted

From people who lived in them

But never took care.

Owls live in the nooks and the crannies

Their coos are the ramblings of a wizened old sage.

The innermost city, where these buildings reside

Will welcome you wholly

If you dare look inside.

The city at twilight is the place we all long for

You’re the place and the person

I’ll always call home.