sun melts, oozing itself orange
across the tree tops.
warmth fades and finds comfort
under blankets and above our heads.
blinking stars make their way
across the sky, shooting airplanes.
the days last moments are spent
stuck in time.
stillness made more prevalent by movement
nature's mastery of contrast.
time better spent forgetting than remembering.
sun melts, evening finds its colors,
black.