A queen of shadow and twilight

Stars filled the sky,
lad below the horizon
had stolen the sun
What evidence of a form,
the shaded image,
had now passed to sees
Vision of her would not come
in dawn of day
Not even at the mercy of clouds
shall sun surrender her shape
Fireflies can not glow
the iridescent that is
of darkness fade
Only moon with sun
may call her,
the end of evening hours
In twilight might a ghost
of the Shadow Queen
hover above moist ground
and warm water in a cool breeze
Shades of heat show her,
golds and reds,
along side cool blues.
Then in darkness she fall,
blending in with more
of her kind,
hidden when
light no longer lingers
For one will not exist
without the other,
these are her echoing words
upon breezes wind,
those colors that linger
with the sun's setting,
and the moon's coming
These are the words of
a leader's wisdom,
of life's true nature