sunset serenade

the children romp in the water
loud at their play
red-winged blackbird is whistling...
  whistling...
serene, this day...
while i lay... listening... listening...
to all the kinds of music
the world about me sings


...the blackbird takes wing...


ripples of water reflect the light
glistening... glistening... a
  scintillant sight
to eyes that see with simple delight


the sun behind these clouds of night
paints the sky with strokes of light
& when that beauty reaches its height
i pause in awe at its majesty
as the realization comes to me
that light itself has profoundly played
           a sunset serenade


then... with a sense of inner hush...
           i watch it fade...