Echoing calls fade

Absorbed by billowing grass

Were we really here?

Are you still watching

With childish fascination

As the sun descends?

We left all our years

A gleaming reflection of

The years we have left

Scarred silver skies shine

Sinking sunlight steels my mind

Set my sights to sea

Daylight slips away

Shadows crawl over the fields

Every trouble fades

The last light escapes

Don’t let the days run away

Silver skies turn grey

Where does the sun go

When it falls into the ground

Does it make a sound?

Grey gives way to gold

Gilded grasses glisten, glow

In graceful graphite

Between bent branches

I finally found myself

Under glowing skies