I Like To Write Poetry

Light drifts as it fades away
Good-night cries the distant light of the dying day

I am lost in the distance
looking for crystal blue hidden by hues of red

Where the sun goes and sleeps
The distant star that falls like dreams and bleeds from a sky driven blue to red


Waters dance on the placid stage
Ripples reflecting the suns breath as it sings good-bye upon the sky
Such we see the last seconds of heavens day

A point of no return
Where mother’s call is softened by the last seconds of the day
And “good-bye; I love you” is echoed by natures vision in return

And as the blankets of water lay the fire to bed
The distant yellow turns a crying red

The day is gone
The sun sleeps
The night is quiet
And only the silver light of the moon, for now, creeps