Tim lies on his back
the cool grass
holding him gently
above the cooler
ground
dusk has come
and gone
the night
and it's timid
obscurity
descending
gradually
in its wake
"timid" because
amid the darkness'
veil
distant lights
of heaven
and Tim's home
(set off
towards the horizon)
hold the full strength
of the night
at bay
as Tim's
day
fades
he is wrapped
in the mixture
of the cool
summer's night
air
the calm
left behind
when the sun
hurried
past the horizon
to attend to
someone else's
tomorrow
and the quiet
of light
shining
unobtrusively
humbly
in the distance
Tim sighs
knowing
it's almost
his bedtime
knowing
the sun will rise
in the morning
knowing
summer
will always
end
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