We stand amazed at the painting in the sky

The oranges, the yellows of the golden hour

We hold our hands up high above

For we might just catch the last of your rays

To feel the warmth that the end of day holds

The one that seeps into our bones

Before it fades to navy blues and pitch black

Of a snow freckled canvas of the night

When it is gone-

Everything starts to decay away

And we stay here waiting

For those warm lifeful rays

We try to remake it with embers

That rage with hunger for the earth

A short lived fire that doesn’t match your warmth

So we wait till morning to awake

And feel the bloom of life again

But when the dark gets far too long

We will travel where it is still light

Where you are awake even at midnight

We will dance below- through the hours

Alongside the fields of happy flowers

We take from what is given

And thrive in its temporary hold

Knowing well that you won’t last forever

For you might fill the sky now

It will not be able to hold

For when the sun is reborn

It will need to die to become anew

The light to flicker away or burst open 

Maybe long past our earth walking days

But we will take what we need

With memories full of light

Hands help up high

Waving goodbye

To the last warm rays of time