soliloquy in the twilight
Vision of a light among clouds
that came striding
as in a falling day she must think-
light come from an ultimate end.
repeating her thoughts
she gathers and loses herself
where ascending and descending on stairs are same.
Words,her border of thoughts
so uncertain and profane-
have spurned the beauty
which is too constant, that burns and -
not too constant that heals.
losing demanding images,
she lures the uncertain age-
what she never thought of..
obscurity of her thoughts is-
her concealed imagination,
for she made the imagination her god.