Disappearing Sky

When the sky is soft and blushing with joy

Pensive eyes think of the approaching darkness

Not willing to retire just yet, there’s much more to contemplate

Trying to hold back the twilight hour in a pleading voice

Melancholic voice reverberates through the landscape

Wind carries the gloomy weight of a solitary soul

Sun wishes to recline after a hectic day, but rising trepidations are uncomforting

Contradictions under the same sky confuse the ruddy sky

Lonely troubles cling to the heart while staring at the horizon

Bending slowly and disappearing, only to expose the night’s wilderness

~Amitav