amongst the backdrop of the setting sun
the warm breeze gently caress my face
tree branches reaching up, to wave goodnight

the clear dark night, gives way to the stars
spattered across with the wave of His hand
such spender is awe inspiring, silent thoughts

how far away you are from me, yet so close
you are the night gallery watching this play
a twinkle here, a twinkle there, a constant

exhaustion sets in, my eyes close to dream
in the morn the gallery is empty, twinkleless
till the night brings on act two