Walking at Sunset

Written by: Mike Bayles

              Late sunlight bleeding over horizon
              leaves remnant colors.
              Hues of orange and violet
              shade traces of a passing day.
              Reflections stir memories
              and questions about who I am,
              and what I’ve become.
              Stillness from endless skies
              calls from eternities
              and speaks to my finite life
              in waking and in my dreams.
              I listen to a resonance
             of fears and strife
             while waking, senses filled
             with melancholy and wonder.
             Questions without answers
             whisper inner conversations.