The light of day turns soft and pink
As the sun slowly covers her face.
The bright smile of today
Has become the pale gleam of tonight.
The moon begins her journey,
Sliding quietly above the horizon,
Skipping across the treetops,
And into the evening sky.
The scent of Jasmine
Hovers in the crisp night air.
A far away train whistle
Awakens memories of days gone by
And times long forgotten.
I smile.

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My mind wanders through long halls,
boxes piled high,
Each contains a piece of my past.
Be careful which ones you open.
Some memories are best left in the box!
The train has click-clacked its way down the track,
Its whistle to far away to hear.
I am once again sitting on my porch,
Pale light filtering through the green boughs.
The moon climbing to her perch.
The earth exhales....
Day is done!