Sunlight leaks low in the West.
A line of brilliant gold clings to the horizon
And crowns the ancient peaks in forgotten glory.

Day is defeated.&nbsp;&nbsp;Lethargically,
It slips from the sky like melting butter,
Like a bell-bottomed tear.

Declaring dusk, Indigo fills the air.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Each sense becomes wrapped in a blue hush,
Broken only by the winds soulful cries.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Colours deepen.&nbsp;&nbsp;Infinity 
Is exposed as night sprinkles her constellations 
Like celestial dust.

The touch of cold stone pulls me home.&nbsp;&nbsp;
Somewhere, a wild cat calls to the moon
And the chimney offers smoke to the sky.