Edge Of Light (The Spoken Tale)

As twilight whispered its last words I stood and turned my gaze to see Beyond the edge of fading light Where day would end and night would be I saw the shadows of the woods Their hands stretched out in deep desire As if they called the night to fall And beckoned me to join their choir What wealth remains beyond the veil What silent promise pulls them near? Their fingers aching reached for more - For something greater still they fought I raised my hands into the sky And all went dark and all was still The stars fell softly on the woods And I became both root and leaf