Alone, I stand in the
cool evening air, leaning
against the slatted
fence with its peeling paint,
and watch the sky fade
into moonless night.
My favorite time of day, this -
the sun fallen away,  
the stars unborn -
nothing left but
the boundless blue
unique to a night sky.
Deeper than dark water,
seductive as a lover’s eyes,
it reaches for me,
caresses my tired mind
with glimpses of beauty
hidden, brushes my
waning spirit with hopes
of different tomorrows,
strokes the dying embers
of a small life into
a quiet hungering.
And in the azure
silence of twilight, I can
believe its promises.