When the saffron veil descends and frames the sky imprinting shadows of silent wings;
It is then you witness, and once does suffice, nature’s symphonic headline.
To dance above the median plane, commit now, where unknown gravity rests lighter in joy.
In soften angles and feathery briskness, find your alibi above the static terrestrial drifts.
Twilight knows time to repose; trust the task of surrender that dwells within brevity itself.
Aspire to the greater heights with each inhalation, the exhaled calm marking your flight.
You discern a truth caught in seams, invisible like ruffled passages within tomes not yet penned.
Momentum guides softly the chorus growing beneath vaults undraped in starry communities.
Yield to it in breaths between heartbeats. In such spaces, kindling-curiosity merges with eternal climates unknown, assuring a grace unhindered by reason’s desires.
As whispers intertwine amidst fading light, reality becomes myth exalted; purity recrafted. Surrender becomes the quill, author to an articulate winged ballet, indulging dusk's overture.