Betwixt

by: Edith Terah Watson

Eyes the color of pink and orange clouds and sky
Glowing with a burning light
Pupils shaped like keyholes stare out from spectacles
Smoldering beneath the brim of a black bowl
Casting a mahogany face in shadow
Beneath the drooping boughs of a willow
Hidden from the gray cascade of the autumn rain
I do not see the shadows in the gloom
I do not feel the wet chill
I stand between the dark and the light
Dreaming in the embrace of twilight
In which,I, the Celestial Alchemist,dwell
Where the moon does not rise nor does the sun set