When the Sun Goes Down
Am I the only one who watches
The way the warm light dies slowly,
Reluctantly?
To me it seems I am a lonely admirer
Gazing out of the open window
Watching the colors change with ease
A sunless backdrop uninterrupted,
Open space eternal-
Only when the sun goes down
I set free the things I feel
Words, thoughts, and moments
Like butterflies emptied from
Daylight’s cage.
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