I look out upon
the congealing marmelade sunset,
I watch the sky churn,
shifting slowly from bright
the sun itself a slice of candied orange
slipping down slowly,
through the syrup
of the approaching night.
after the sun has gone.
The sky quietens,
white where the last of the light lingers,
shading upwards into midnight blue.
appearing out of nowhere,
and the first stars pop,
one by one,
forming timeless pictures
across the infinity of the universe.
Before I have even noticed its rise,
the slim slip of a crescent moon
hanging low over the silent buildings.