In evensong

 

There is a 

magic time,

when the

tolling church bell

chimes

in evensong.

When

the sun

sinks low,

resting its head on

the horizon's lap,

as it dozes off

into a dream-filled nap

 

And the sky glows

 

golden,

 

and I sit beholden

to the sky.

I let my thoughts

take flight.

Insights blending

with mystical light.

 

Swooping through

the liquid air,

they weave and wave .

Swimming

through the vapour

trails of airplanes.

And they piggyback

on the tails of birds

on their way

to someplace exotic.

To find tales to tell

one sunny day.

 

Clouds with

smiles bound

over the green pastures,

reflecting the

sheep that

graze

in bountiful skies.

Counting the seconds

mid doze, as they chase

butterfly dreams

across rolling meadows.

And the sun lolls

upon the incoming night

haloing the scene in golden light.

Silhouetting beauty

for excited eyes.