I stand at the forest clearing,
Where the rocks and shore hide.
Twilight dances on the undulating tide,
Illuminating the darkening sky.
Now drifting in low…
Riding on the clouds,
The shadow of my thoughts
Come softly with the evening.
Turning around as I go-
Looking past the night,
Where the sunset is a silver glow
On a starless horizon.
September’s wind
Pushes against my back.
I feel the cold breath of time,
As I take the woodland path
That leads me home…