Dusk

Mountains are blanketed with a graying haze. An airy quilt to warm their noses. The setting sun slices through treetops. My vision is blurred. I raise my hand, a cover. The light fades stronger yet, quicker now. Yellow to silver. The air chills. My heart stills. The sun wraps the haze over its head. Hiding monsters away, so far away. Moon is revealed. Yellow to silver. The hurting day shudders for reprieve The moon watches, the stars cackle. I am patient. Ever so patient. Steadfast, I guard the embers of light. Across my eyes, the vestiges flicker. Yellow to silver.