Finding My Twilight Zone

Sometimes, the moon finds us before we find ourselves.




Finding My Twilight Zone

Above the evensong’s
crimson horizon,
The silvery crescent moon
monastically glows alone,
Atop twilight’s purple zone.

Blessed and fortuitously gratified,
I surreptitiously return home,
Feeling miraculously satisfied.



A silvery crescent glows alone above twilight’s purple hush—accompanied by Nightwish’s “Sleeping Sun,” this moment finds its voice.




Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

32 thoughts on “Finding My Twilight Zone”

  9. Your words feel like moonlight—quiet, solitary, and deeply revealing.
    That crescent above the purple hush lingered long after the poem ended.
    I’ll be visiting your blog soon to sit with those silences and leave my thoughts.

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