Edge of Night

I stand alone, ashore before The suns inevitable quench. My eyes absorb the golden brown Horizon melting into night. The teasing tide touches my feet Like a juvenile game of tag. My hurried mind futilely fights The suns descending final dip That will take with it the beauty And my reasons for being here. The darkened clouds in the twilight Loom like rudderless ships at sea; And not unlike the seeming ships I disappear into the night.