Half-light

In the half-morning light

she wakes

eyes glued shut with the remains

of evening’s tears

Sounds and pictures in her mind

call softly, cruelly

beseeching her to enter again

the world of dreams

In the half-evening light

she watches

eyes wide with the brittle ends

of today’s cares

Half-heard conversations and alleyway scenes

beckon, headlong, crazy,

inviting her to join once more

the dusk charade