When twilight falls and night draws near. Familiar landmarks disappear
into the hazy lazy blue. which makes you see the world anew.
There is no sign of brown nor green no other colours to be seen.
The world consists of shades of blue from indigo to palest hue.
This is the magic hour when men are allowed to see again.
The fairy host as they pass by in cavalcade across the sky.
I watch them ‘til they fade from view lost in the ever deepening blue.
