Sun down...

Hiding and seeking

In a golden hue

The land

Innocently warm

The wind

Playfully quiet…

Patterns change

Amidst caressing eyelids

Shadows

Coming out to stroll

And clouds frown

Leaning in…

Glittering slabs of radiance

Dimming

Inch by inch

Little patches on skin

Growing smaller

While shadows spilt… multiply…

Rhythms break

And games seize abruptly

Faces

Darken all around

The winds begin to howl, reluctantly

And new voices sound

The oncoming dark

Brings friends along

Caressing each pacing breath

Striking forgotten skeletons

Inescapable fears

Its hour has finally come…

If only one could hold on

Frantically

To the brightness;

The surety of warmth

But it’s too late now

Its sundown…