Apollo’s chariot rests below the horizon’s layers yellow, pink, and blue. Breathing in the sunset, night’s chill takes the air with chirping crickets hooting owls and starlike fire flies.
His ship run a ground Lost the pull of the morning tide The moon abandoned him on the rocky coastline until late that night Then he retuned to the waters Due west towards the next sun set Soon the waves carried him Unto another life He was free again!