TWILIGHT DREAMS

As I open the long windows and step out upon the terrace, the presence of the mysterious hour is upon me.... A strange undefined blue mist rises from the earth and gently, like a magical veil, winds itself around the trees and slowly rising, presses its face against the sky as though to peer into the eyes, and read the heart of the stars. Fantastic trees dimly outlined, bend together and whisper softly; suddenly I feel as though the air were charged with all the wishes of the world. Great and small, joyous and sad wishes, all thrown out from the struggling desirous heart of Life and, at twilight hour stealing silently—some a little ashamed, some a little proud—to nestle under the white moon—flowers in hopes that some soul of the dead—which steal about at twilight hour too—may be their friend and help them to come true. Timidly, and trembling a little from the embraces of the mist, a tiny star shines out, while slowly and reverently the darkness kneels down and kisses the face of the earth. A vast and deep silence has come over everything; and I, with all else, find myself holding my breath as I steal back into the room and sink into a chair. Leaning back languidly I half close my eyes, while far off I smell the salt and sadness of the sea.... Weirdly and ghostlike you creep in and, in my twilight dreams, you come to me!