Night falls to the sound of crickets
temples bells sound from afar
The last crimson Embraces a deepening blue
As every second The sky changes its hue
At this hour
the mind is mellow looking for meaning
in the light and shadow,
another day is done little by little
this mundane gently moves on.
sitting outside
watching the lights come on
dotting the hills side A cold wind blows
from the pines above
slowly the stars coming on….
one by one soon it will be time
for the moon to rise…
IT will be time to remember you from moonrise till sunrise
4 years without you 