Martin Smith
Edge of Twilight
[A1]
The moon is down
Casting its shadow over the night-haunted town
Mystical figures under the silence of light

The trembling air
Drifts slowly unseen over the houses there
And echoes changing into the voices of night

[B]
(On the edge of twilight whispering
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper
On the edge of twilight whispering
Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper)

[A2]
Elusive time
In limbo active in never ending mime
The edge of twilight into the darkness of day