The evening swapped the orange sky for a silver-lined cloud in tatters .The rocks had sizzled through the day. At sundown their fever subsided .Their blazing orange desires ebbed In the nucleus of their inner being .
Time had burnt them to perfection beyond the pale of their stony selves .Their sun-smell touched the bushes quickening life in their brown limbs. As the sun sank behind the world’s edge ,their shadows vanished in the sky.
The Morning is Just a Dream 