#WritcoPoemChallenge
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
in search of all there is to love.

But what is there to love,
what is there to want,
when all is lost, wen your soul is gone.?

and what would it cost to loose that which you never bought,?
why mourn for that which was never born.?

assuredly mother Earth revolves,
then how could one be lost?
for surely none was born.
since the age beyond.

for if by eclipse, night and day unite,
then dusk and Dawn are one.
so why then count that which revolves?

for the love which I sick I lost,
and what was lost indeed was never born.
ooh mother nature my love.