Across clear coloured canvas of night's sky
a silver shadow’s climbing heaven’s way;
in my mind’s eye, I watch how angels fly
close to each plane’s bright lights, they never stray.
As pastel tones are deepening past dusk,
the outline of tall trees is etched in ink.
While sleepy sun enfolds day's end in pink,
on evening’s breeze waft gentle sighs of musk.
Then all too sudden twilight turns to black,
my study's window now reflects the room;
no longer can I follow angels track,
yet I know they're still there, with plane's deep zoom.
I send my thoughts to travel by their side,
I'm grateful to have shared this eventide.
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