A/N - This is my first serious attempt at writing a poem...more a verse really. It's not world class but I hope you like it. I have no idea how to punctuate this properly so I apologise for errors.
One breath of dusk,
One breath of dawn,
From the night up till morn,
In darkness, She moves on.
She spends each day in solitude
But nightfall is her friend,
She makes her way from here to there
From corners to the ends.
There never is a time she sleeps
She is always on the move
There's some magic that she weaves
That makes ill vibes removed.
One visit from her usually means
A night free from despair,
For she creates gorgeous scenes
Mountains, seas, castles in the air
Of treasure hunts and golden crowns
Of valley, vale, streams and brooks
Of sand and earth of deepest brown
Of kings and queens, soldiers and crooks
Of dancing, prancing unicorns
And tigers black and gold
Of ladies dancing as white swans
To deeds of heroes bold.
Till the Sun comes shinning through
She works her magic well,
To make our fantasies come true
If only for a spell.
She says goodbye with a kiss
With a promise to return
Then she leaves us sleeping in bliss
And lo, she is gone.
One breath of dusk, one breath of dawn.
And she keeps moving on.