Its journey no longer in my line of sight.
We are left with the cool darkening of color.
From the now blue-green tree tops
To the deepening hues of the green grass,
The world is cooling--sky to earth.
Twilight reminds us that all that's transpired
In the heat of the day is now a lingering memory;
Tomorrow, distant half-remembrances.
I know the sun doesn't really set,
That its journey never ends, at all,
But it is now out of my sight, mind.
As I write this, the Night approaches--
Though I still see slivers of light in cloud breaks--
Desperately clinging to what's left of Day.
I feel a sigh coming on, heavy eyelids,
Slowing my intake of air--breathe in, breathe out--
Goodnight, Sweet Day.
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