-The light is dim, like setting;
the sun before it’s gone.
The fading citrus hue,
cascading against the wall.
The hills and slopes, silhouettes
against an expanse of white.
Movement crests and falls,
a shadow breathing on the wall.
The image of sleep, the silhouette,
a last image before slumber.
A paradise that only exists in moments,
before sleep and in dreams.