Apricot Sunset

When the blues, greens, fluffy whites,
Begin to fade into the next hopeful dawn... And the owls ruffle feather awake to seek their prey
(Break-fast)

The horizon fading into a quaint squint
O'er the mountains

There I'll find you
Among those apricot embers

Sun stretching into its yawn
Moon taking her place in the night sky,
The lead

There I'll find you
Among the starry twinkles

Within the first cricket chirps
And distant howls

There I'll find you
Among all things that end...

And begin again.