It’s of bright orange sweetness

bathed in red,

casting dark shadows on tall ageless structures.

The lamplights show burning ember of days long dead.

The night whispers

it’s coming.

the cold wind flees from it.

this the quiet before the wild night

and after the marathon of day

I wander through this place.

I feel the warm breath of earth.

The moment cannot last forever

but it will stay in my memory.