The “threshold” between night and day, day and night is my favorite time, when the sun’s light is horizontal, and everything seems muted. In fact, without landmarks, timepieces and schedules, dawn and dusk share the same gentle appearance. There is a softness that brings peace at the beginning and ending of each one, the “changing of the guard.” One particular evening, I thought perhaps I could just stay there in that place, and send this message back to the harsh world.
When the changing of the guard takes place
In long shadows see my face
When they streak across the dreams
Of a dying night
Shimmering on your tears in golden light
When the changing of the guard takes place
In long shadows see my face
When they drape the sharpest edges
Of a brittle day
Turning cliffs of stone into amber clay
When the changing of the guard takes place
In long shadows see my face
When the muted half-light comes
Between the night and day
I will wrap you in my languid rays
When the changing of the guard takes place
In long shadows see my face
Only in the seamless calm
Where day and night run on
In that fleeting moment we are one
Kim: harp, vocal
Ken: guitar, vocal
Janet: cello