everything is blue, green

grey, brown.

silence comes with dusk

while the dogs chase fish

through darkening waters.

a moth curls up towards

me. its wings pale

against the rose bushes.

it brings with it a magic

which exists between light

and dark. in between.

my thoughts escape

the ordinary and slip into

this world where a bright

yellow lemon is almost

the same tone as my skin.

above me bare trees riot

twisting broad strokes of ink

against a sky deep blue

with a pale yellow border. i

scratch the surface of a lemon

its smell becomes my world

reaching out and enfolding a

garden drifting through the

softness of dusk.

white flowers.

moth wings.

a star.