Dark Feathers

Stand by the shore,
alone,
darkness becoming
my only companion.

I look far ahead,
brightness, 
it's last stand,
conquers the sky,

I watch 
as the day
slowly 
passes away.

White harsh 
bright,
dies 
quickly now,
replaced with
bright, then 
deep crimson,
instantly orange,
burnt sienna 
underneath,

all before me
as far as I can see
spans my horizon
clouds above,
like the feathers
of angels 
kiss the
falling sky.

Each feather
reflects the colors,
that die before me,
then, turn dark.

I'm alone. 
Night invades.
My day,
yearning to 
survive,
sinks into
the sea.

It gifts to me
a last gasp of
joyful color
turning gray,
as it 
slowly says
goodbye.