Coming Of The Night

The dark steel skies are tired.
Through the still air, so quiet,
The last remnants of the day
Slowly, in silence ebb away
Into the blue velvet of the night.

Darkness descends from high above,
All colours blend into one,
The deep blue lake, the mountains blue
Waiting to fall into sleep, to dream anew.

© Vanda Ralevska

Coming of the Night