Tangerine sun-streaks
mix with lavender moon
slivers; dawn is the edge
where I find day’s

Sometimes moody,
sometimes gentle,
sometimes melancholy
streams of joy, etched
with star-webbed

Between twilight
and daylight,
I find myself in the seam;
contained in her crease,
all parts of me seen;
beneath sky’s face,
acceptance and grace,
my magical place – –

there I stand wholly under.