Laughing

The twilight is near

Purple and mystical

And yet I am retaining the hot shiny day

Wanting more hours

To dance on the grass

And eat raspberries

Warmed up by the sunshines.

The dawn is approaching

Pale and hopeful

And again I am holding on to the fading starry night

Wishing to grasp eternity

In the contemplation of the aether

And the blink of shooting stars

Desintegrating in the breath of the Earth.

Now I am laughing at myself.