Climbin the skies

I can see night comin on the tip of the horizon.
Claimin movement slow enough to sit still.
Climbin the skies n over open space.
As the breeze follows the sizzle with a chill.
Stars replace clouds as colors softly flow.
Connectin the differences pulled together.
Shades from black to blue in between n all through.
N the darkness reminds me of laced leather.

I can see the day fallin so gently to sleep.
Overcome by the presense of silences tone.
As the heat resides into the ease.
Shadowin the skin as it slides alone.
Givin chance of change that spins this world.
To rest paradise from its sights.
Seen in another way that appears so different.
Only to regain its time in the mornins light.

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