Liminal Spaces

Liminal Spaces

Twilight, the wee hours, 

the dark of the moon

liminal spaces,

places where magic reigns,

crossroads, crises, cusps.

There is static on the radio.

A song

my voice was singing

taking flight to surround me,

the sound of music,

a comforter of down

to ease my soul.

I've been trying to define a taste,

a sense of bittersweet and salt.

I've been trying to find a trace

a footprint in the desert,

a sound, a scent, 

a memory.

I've been trying to find a trace of me,

a piece to fit the puzzle,

my contribution to the grand design.

Seeking in the shadows,

the space between

myth and matter,

those places words

cannot define.

On those insubstantial plains

of myst and awe,

the stuff of dreams,

threshold of wonder,

creation begins.