Sunset

There is 

nothing

right

‘bout this

dimly lit

night

When day
slips

away

holding dreams

at bay

weeping wisps of

colors

before they fade

as I do, 

to

sweet, peaceful

slumber

Where I can’t tell

at all

if I am flying

or I am

falling

Gliding through

the colors of

memory

no longer

seeing

the light

I fall
or I fly

It matters not

why

if I still

see

the

light

and the

colors