As the night rolls in,
The day slowly drifts off to sleep.
Altered have the baby-blue skies
And set is the fire-blazing horizon.
I shiver, as the cold winds blow
Across my shadowed surroundings.
The skies have emptied,
And gone are the silver linings.
And in this place does silence
Set and calm and overwhelm.
And I, the defeated creator, having once felt
Lost within this momentary multi-colored Eden,
Is now given breath,
For to me words are given.