I am watching the day die slowly

As the cicadas and frogs

Begin to sing loudly

Drowning out the sounds

Of the city around me

And the light fades to 

Gold, then gray…

Enriching the colors 

Then draining them…

I feel the heat of the

Fading day against 

My skin…somehow

Comforting and not

Oppressing despite the 

Lack of a breeze.

I feel so alone, yet

Somehow not lonely,

My mind reaching 

Into the silence, searching

For You….Hoping to find 

Myself… at last.