Turning everything a brilliant hue of golden;
Crimson and fuchshia dance around in the sky -
A riot of colors in the vast expanse up high.
As the embers begin to die down
At the extreme edge of the horizon,
Nostalgia and melancholy intermingle and I sigh.
Moments sometimes linger but years sure do fly -
Like sand thru the fingers, everything does slip by.
As twlight engulfs the whole world in its fold,
I worry the night creeps slowly yet steadily into my soul...