As the sun sets I reflect;
I came,
I found myself,
I began to write.
The rest is waiting for me,
Where the sun next rises.
Sunset
Double Life
Dusk approaches, the twilight appears;
For most the day winds down.
I am not most.
Once the fire sets fully,
The embers bring about another realm
Of creativity.
On the precipice of darkness
My passion reveals itself.
By candlelight my pen;
Searches,
Scratches,
Creates.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 