Light refuses
To fade
Behind the mountain,
Erected on
The distance
Like a facade.
Colors dull
To greyed hues,
Not quite
Losing tone
As losing
Spirit.
Quiet colors
Besiege this
Silent shell
Of a home
As night
Rejoices
And day
Descends.
Dull thuds
In the distance,
The sound
Of footsteps.
A door
Opens,
Colors return,
Life begins
Anew.
The shell
Is full,
But whispers
Silently,
Still fearing
The night
And all
It may hold.
Composed 06/13/12
Author’s Note: The sky is so clear here on most days, that it always makes for stunning sunsets, as if they stretch on for infinite. I don’t have any sunset pictures from a village or clearing, so this one from my apartment will make do. It’s still quite enthralling.
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