Twilight

Perhaps this is the twilight of my life

A little sunshine in a world of fog

A little clarity after many years of cloudy thoughts –

And pain. So much pain

I gather my senses under the moon

Wait for lighter days to come

Look for stars, listen out for the owls that rest on the tree

Perhaps it is the time to cast away bad feelings

To celebrate the little joys of ageing

I hope in time I will move forwards – in mind and body and spirit

Perhaps every day each tiny step counts

No need to click my red shoes three times anymore

Less need to reach for her sticky, jammy hand

And so today I will breathe – as if it is my first day, and one of my last

I will gather the extended light and feel the sun and moon bathe me

I will never be washed clean but I can make my soul shine.