Sunset

Clouds:
all colored in pink
in red
in yellow.
And formed:
in the shape
of a ship,
a man,
of one's wildest imagination.

And the moon:
slowly making itself
visible
to shine its incandescent light,
to guide those creatures
that live during the night.

Narrow paths
becoming more narrow,
and bumps in the road
becoming virtually
invisible.

Here I am:
enraptured in solitude,
only one being in the creation
of many,
listening to silence,
as He speaks to me,
all golden in the sunset.

Shabazz Malik Wilson