Serenity in setting

As the soft wings of the bird,

 Bid farewell to the enrapturing sun,

The end of dusk,

Covets the sky with a blissful curve.

It declares out loud,

To each and every weary soul,

To drop the anchors,

Rest the horses,

Forget the aches,

And dwell in silence,

with the last of the sun’s glow