Night time pulls the curtain lower,
Upon the evenings waning light.
The sun gives one last smiling twinkle,
As if it's biding all goodnight.
The moon breaks ore the dimmed horizon,
The wind now calmly blows away.
Looking up to skies now darkened,
I sigh upon the passing day.
Distance grows as darkness beckons,
Measured by each star I see.
I sit silent on the porch swing,
Wondering life's plan for me.
In a mind that thinks too often,
Upon things which fate denies.
I'm growing wishes in a garden,
To only see my wishes die.
Seeds to which are never watered,
Grow in weeds upon their birth,
For whatever unknown reason,
Lay silent dormant in my earth.
I put to rest my thoughts this evening,
As I have so often of late.
Thinking now of rest in spirit,
I bid adieu unto this day.