6 PM

The day has settled
              to find rest where it is wont to be,
speak softly, those closing remarks,
              and resign to quiet darkness
with the dream of sunlight to carry it to morning.

The restless feign a closed eye
            the other, a slivered lookout
                  waiting for the light to die
            just enough to escape beneath the cool evening.

Some adventures can only be had
                    in the space between.