Shade of Evening

It was just another ordinary evening,
The Sun through the windows looked beautiful in the Orange suit
Occasionally hiding behind the fast moving trees
I let my poem fly towards him

And the poem said,
Wind in m hair, like a free flowing river
I played in his warmth unsure of the time
I asked him, how abandoned are you?
Roaming in the vast streets of the skies
But he wouldn't answer.

Where are those friends and brothers of yours?
Oh, d they live in different worlds now?
With different stars, different lives?

I played and played until it started to grow dark
Thought he was hiding behind the clouds,
then hills, then trees.
Then? I wonder where he went.
Its not dark yet, but why can't I see him no more?

Its bright, yet dark.
He's there yet invisible
Would you be back tomorrow I asked.
His answer was mysterious. He said,
"I would be. But that moment would be different. This would be gone
The moment you saw me through that window
and let the poem fly towards me.
Between this moment, the one where the last shred of light lingers
And the first tomorrow, there exists infinity."

If only the poem could swallow infinity and not disappear
Wouldn't the warm light appear once again?
If only the eyes could see through the many acts of darkness
Wouldn't the poem look and feel different?