Under the East by Gabriel
Look to the west as the sun is tucked away,
Blanketed in its last sighs of sunshine
And a tuft of feathery cirrus wisp.
Can you feel it?
Listen closely, once the birds have perched,
And the wind is all but a mild whisper,
Lulling the trees and grassy seas to a slumber.
Can you hear it?
The night draws nearer.
Look closely, once the sun has gone
And only its somber embers remain.
Watch, as its straggling streaks grow dimmer –
As the dying veins lose their pulse.
Watch, as the water loses the twilight shimmer –
As the night’s curtain falls and comes to an ease.
Can you see it?
A new day looms under the east.