Swooning over the sunsets that signal
the coming of the darkness.
Shushing even the wind blowing across—
leaving a coat of coldness.
Swaying along with the palm trees,
towering over.
Spiders busily work to spin their geometric webs,
creating cobwebs in the corners of the houses.
The hands weave bits of sunlight together hoping to cancel
out the darkness within.
Sighs escape from lips while gazing on the horizon.
Staring up at sky littered with constellations and
hearing the sounds of grim crickets
singing the melody of the heat.
Ghost-like Bodies sway to the music of the golden evening,
Echoing the Past.