I am the dusk

I am the duskthen it will be darkfiery ball coolsweary of the scorching daysliding down rapidlypulling the rays downpausing briefly at the rimJust for one last look at its creationbefore it is nightlast stroke of golden brushpaints the sky crimsonI am the duskslowly turning darklast rays lingers on my wingswarming it up, keeping it aliveitContinue reading “I am the dusk”