Wherever we are in life
each day the evening comes
taking the day in its arms
just briefly looking back
before darkness embraces
the elaborate narrations
of the day going to sleep.
And when the stars light up
emotions and thoughts stay
building a mystical bridge
for continuation of the play
our own individual drama
in stillness of the spirit.
TINY LESSONS BLOG 
What a beautiful poem! I was moved by itl
Thank you! I am happy you liked it. Take care
Tiny
Perfect title. Wonderful poem. 🙂
Thank you Becca!
Starkly beautiful with warm narration. Thanks!
Thanks so much!
Love it!
Thanks 🙂