Lining the Horizon

In twilight’s gentle brush, the sky aligns,

With colors drawn in delicate designs,

Each stroke a whisper of the day’s last light,

As shadows blend with the encroaching night.

Horizons stretch where dreams and daylight meet,

A line where earth and sky in silence greet,

Lining the edge of what we dare to see,

A boundary where hope and mystery be.

In morning’s gold, the world starts fresh anew,

Where every line sketches paths yet untold,

In fleeting moments, stories take their hold.

And find the heart of every new-born day.