When the sun says goodnight

it falls over the land

like a shroud of deep plum

bathing the world in velvet,

the color of midnight,

of dusky shadows and storm clouds,

and graceful mountains fighting to suppress the morning,

and the depths of the ocean that the outstretched rays of light can’t seem to touch,

the majestic amethyst

and the berry-colored twilight;

magic is cool violet.