Where yesterday lingers

The art of being alone

Worn smooth by the tide

Stillness, undisturbed

The last warmth of dusk

A restlessness of the heart

Calm, held in a breath

Wind across the cold plains

Soft light, barely there

A daydream left open

Falling, then falling again

The hour between worlds

Beautiful, and breakable

Light that forgives

Almost, but not quite said

The line we never reach

The river's low confession

Purple stealing the sky

A sound returning late

Quietly, into color

The world, paused