Twilight
Ticking between sunset and dimday,
tocking through rolling skies,
middle of dawn and sunrise.
Lambent sun rays broadcast,
vocals spark flight,
scattering neither sole light,
or lone darkness.
Atmosphere concealing,
star blasting flares.
Settling in the blue hour,
balanced between sunrise and sunset.
All is natural,
lining the heavens,
scattering inspirations,
the ones bustling,
rousing in the tender light.
MindRetrofit7 
“Lambent sun rays broadcast,
vocals spark flight,
scattering neither sole light,
or lone darkness.”
Such connections flame in my mind! Wonderful images and imaginings!
Thank you so much Lori! I love hearing what others “see” when reading my poems. 🙂 I get all excited. Yippie! Hee hee Oh, wait I am supposed to be an “in control” poet. Lol!