Twilight

The mind dives into a sea of seconds soaked in tangential, azure hues
swimming in the fermentation from the wine of surrender,
world quickly submerses in an aqua transcendence and tranquility
drowning the ogres of day and demons of night
beneath the effervescence of a turquoise spellbound vision.

Reality succumbs to the eyelid fluttering screenplay
memory's ghosts and goblins icing the veins
are baptized and reborn as marine life fantasies of serenity,
till the only feeling bubbling inside
comes from a bath of warm astral flavored nectar.

Night demands to shroud with its charcoal veil,
suffocating daylight's surety over the senses,
though one fights the ominous darkening thought chimera
till they are slain fear cadavers, casualties of a sigh.

Haunting branches of our mortality
stroke intruding reminders about one's lack of wings,
never assassinating the pulse of enchantment
when traveling between time's horizons,
with a ticket purchased at
twilight.