tonight the sun played its tune across the clouds,
orchestrating the music of light
dazzling the simple whites and grays
with dancing oranges, reds and magenta
to form the ways we see
the struggle of daytime
give way to the quiet night,
the subtle sparkle of stars,
the gentle glow of the moon.

I struggle with the release
of another day
to the world of past  days
where all things lived
sit in patient observation
of what they have brought about
how the future takes shape
and promptly becomes the past
this moment now
is the only reality.