brown dusting vibrant blue
hinting of the gentle green of life
fades into a twilight without stars,
except a single dot high above the horizon
a wish of light, a promise of wonder to come
glowing against the last moments
of a dreary day without clouds.
slipping, slipping into memory,
fading into silence,
becoming yesterday
while tomorrow warps into today.
my eyes close swiftly
fluttering into the oblivion of sleep.
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