The Sun's Goodnight

Just around the corner from my house

there’s a hilltop where the sun slips down,

more brilliantly than anywhere else.

Where he waves his vibrant hues

like a giant hand,

and blows a tender kiss goodnight.

The moon tiptoes quietly across the sky

with her gentle grin,

ready to tuck him in.

And from the mountain’s highest peak,

i hear the sun whisper my own thoughts,

“No, not yet…just five more minutes, please!”

I linger,

unsure what awaits in the lurking shadows of the dark.

You know the moon has done her work

when only her soft night light remains,

and the vibrant hues are but a

subtle memory.