At Dusk
From blue,
to silver
to the early evening
skies,
the fall of day,
the last birds sing
the first of stars,
of gloaming,
the sun slipping
still further away,
for it’s warm now,
the evening wind
rests
with a hush,
the quiet
of sunset,
the clouds above
in pink
and crimson,
sail across the ocean
across tides
at dusk.
for an open sea,
is inside of me
my eyes growing weary,
leaving for dreams
from afar
and goodnight
from the afterglow
and summer,
this resting sleep
I might
until the fall
of my evening stars.
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