Evening

the end of a sunny day.
the beautiful sky
of the setting sun
creates the most beautiful soul
that cannot be fully captured by camera
when everyone has gone home
the place sits silent
and at peace with itself
at last
the people rushing home have missed Something.
the hard building that used to be a bustle is now
softened by desertion,
melted into a glowing work of immense beauty of imperfection
desertion and light.
the leaf crackle was the only movement upon the footpath scurrying
the occasional bird swoop past the unmoving backdrop
upon the swaying trees
and the breeze sang!
before i knew it,
the sun would set
and
the darkness
blanketed the beauty
for tomorrow
or maybe not.