as the sky disappears

the day ends in solitude. the world stops spinning momentarily; long enough for me to catch my thoughts as they fall from the pinkening sky.

reflections soft and subtle. dribbling down my chin like proverbial peaches. my teeth chaff the stone.

my heart opens like a small spun string. something delicate in the fast fading light. weaving webs to catch dreams and other trinkets.

something within shifts and slides.