Reflections of the Lake

I sit here, silent, staring up at the sky where the sun seemed to be seconds ago, 

a special kind of calm can be found in the sunset

I think. 

Thinking is not unusual, as thoughts, they never stop

Like the lake where I sit, thoughts, deep or shallow depend upon where you are

Tonight, I think about the sun, the peace its copper-colored tones and flaming red edges hold

It seems to be moving

drifting away, out of sight. 

In reality we are the ones moving

Moving away from these colors, colors that send shivers down spines

Every day ends with sunset

See it, or not, it happens, like clockwork

Its beauty can be basked in

Beauty that is a promise

A promise of tomorrow, a promise of the sun rising again

A promise of the moon, taking its place

The lake holds both sun and moon,

reflections trading places quietly

The world turns slowly, yet the moment is still,

in the midst of what has ended and what will begin 

The moon, 

last beams of the evening sun dip below the horizon, no longer in sight

So the moon, takes its place

Sometimes full, sometimes barely there

The moon a promise too, a promise of the suns return in the wee hours of morning

A promise of nights end

The sun, busy with the task of lighting someone else's day

Out of sight, out of mind