Standing on the solid sky – early for her arrival
Growing bright as lights dim on the opposite horizon,
As shadows stretch and then the sky –
To purples and pinks and oranges,
All the living let out a sigh
Of coolness and of shade
And gasp for rehydration from the redness of the day.
The deep colors of the sun dance upon the edge of the Earth
Only to be suffocated by the dark black of her;
So the stars can come to sparkle and tell stories in the sky
Providing a deep slumber under night's watchful eye.