Sunset

the sun sets

as i sit on a

wooden fence,

sturdy

but

riddled with time,

i look out

at the

lonely star,

emitting

hues of orange

and yellow,

i sigh,

as melancholy

escapes my eyes,

the sky flickers

off,

and stars

scatter on the midnight

floor,

the moon has come,

bright and

calming,

i dry the flowing

rivers,

and breathe in

the crisp air,

i hop off the fence,

and run my hands

through Earth's hair.

i lay on the

ground,

to look up

at the stars,

my eyes,

close

pitch.

black.

then,

bright white light

i see...

i see...