Ode to the muse.

Dearest twilight,


Thank you for embracing me, enveloping me in your comforting darkness every night. Thank you for the silence which enables me to contemplate, listen to my brain and the sounds I miss during the day. Thank you for the darkness which helps me peer out into the vast expanse above. It constantly makes me remember how small I am, how trivial my troubles are and which brilliant star to aim at tomorrow. Yet at the same time, you remind me that I'm made up of stardust, that I'm a significant part of the grand master plan. That I'm here to do and to be something.

Thank you for the loveliest of breezes at night. It's so cool, gentle...ever caressing my forehead as I sleep. Oh and how can I ever forget, thank you for providing just enough light to hide all the imperfections that the sun harshly highlights during the day. Thank you for the calmness you bring to my life, for the perfectionist you seem to draw out in me and for the patience you've cultivated, ever so quietly. Thank you for listening to the stories of pain, annoyance and disgust. You take them all in and never utter a word. I look forward to the night, lying in wait, so that I can be truly alone and bask in the attention you indulge me with. Thank you for the all the inspiration you give me that never seems to come in the day. You're the only one I can thank for honing and perfecting some kind of writing skill. If I was a dictionary entry, you'd be one of my synonyms.


Life was almost always black and white. That is, until I noticed that twilight paints the sky with such brilliant hues. That is, until I realised that the night that follows is always in shades of grey -- mirroring the complexities and tribulations of Truth and something else we can never seem to define: Life


Everything quietens down when you approach. How do you do that? Is that an innate talent? Nature itself seems to go to sleep. My heart beats steadily, my breathing shallower and my blinking, slower. You breed jealousy deep inside and yet, grip me with awe at the same time. I'd like to be like that please. Show me the tricks of the trade. That beauty you have, the depth of your silence and the stillness that permeates from your soul, I want that. Now.


I pray a lot at night. I pray more selflessly, happily, with more love in my heart than I can begin to understand -- only when you're around. Thank you for listening to my prayers, for giving me the belief that prayers at night are broadcast farther and wider than the ones I make during a noisy, confusing day. I can find the words to express myself. They seem to come to me. I love how you manage to just deliver the gift that I consider most precious. Yet, I cannot seem to find enough words to ever express everything that I feel about you. You make me feel so powerful and so vulnerable at the same time. Again, I can only wonder and feel humbled at how you do that.


Above all, thank you for being the shadow that follows me in the harsh daylight. You give me hope, strength and love. I take courage knowing you're attached at my feet, right on my heel, following my every footstep.....smirking and lying in wait to engulf me as the day draws to a close.



You're my inspiration. My Muse...