I need to be in the whisper of a setting sun
as the rays fall down upon me like the dream of stars
that wait behind the curtain
readying their selves for their evening role.
I long to touch the sky as the night air cools this atmosphere
and my mind reaches into the banks of the day,
remembering moments of ups and downs,
ready for the darkness to envelop my thoughts
taking them into the bliss of a dream of tomorrow.
I wait as the silence fills the spaces,
as the birds nestle down for the night that holds
softly like a mothers hands,
and I watch as their white forms turn to nothing,
no longer visible,
only imagined in my mind from what I’d seen
waiting for the whisper to come
a gift from the setting sun.