In Between

I wander through the twilight,

Out of reach of day

I chase the sunset.

In the light of justbeforedawn

I am trapped.

Feeling cold embraces.

In the afternoon

I crave for the sun

And it’s warm kiss.

At the death of light

I truly feel alive; reveling

In desperate thought.

It is always too late

For tomorrow,

Too early for today.

The light hits me

In the darkness.

There are no kisses

For me.                                                                                               

Mirrin N. Mhone, 4/3/13