The pigeon skies fade

Their smouldering edge crumbles

Into ashen grey

Though we bid farewell

To the days we left behind

They go ever on

We shine in the sun

August days are almost done

And we all had fun

Concentrated light

As troubled waves crash and churn

Distilled into song

The searing sun sinks

Back down into the cool sea

Waters cover me

Cloud shadows droop down

And close your rusty pupil

My cold shoulders turn

What a privilege

To have lived another day

And feel the sun’s rays

This is a sunset

Why are we sitting inside,

Days wasting away?

The evening breaks up

In a thousand splintered clouds

We too turn to dust

We climbed up the hill

To catch the last on the sun

We’ll stay forever

Long light shining through

Captivating sunset hues

Everything is new