Time of No Shadows Dusk crept on cotton feet As the nightingale sung its tune. The colors of day faded to blue As I reached to pluck the sun. We waltzed between day's colors And the blackness of night. The air so dense, touchable Earth and sky are one As everything pauses. It is the moment of the day When everything is the same, When all things are one color. A period when time doesn't matter, Where nothing can cast doubt, No ill wind can blow and Words remain unspoken. All is equal in the time of no shadows.
C. Lawry Brown's Questions:
Is it possible for the reader to sense the calm and peace by the
lack of color and sound?
Does the use of cotton give it the soft effect I am trying to achieve?
Do lines 14-16 fit here, showing that this is a place where only good things are or do they seem out of place?