Twilight

I feel the wintery breeze beneath my cold bare feet blowing of windy trees among the forest's street there is a narrow path of light that guides me through that path of night. I feel the scorched blanket of sand Blisters welting upon my hands pacing slowly and short of air but I do press on bereft of care the stars are clearest in the desert night so I follow them sure, till the morning light. Time is short, the hours are few the blizzard of dark gives me a clue as the storm draws nears me it gets harder to move, difficult to see yet there is a river of light flowing into the ocean of night. Let this light guide me Through the darkened night.