The post meridian sun falls,

As I watch from my windowsill.

The night sky slowly encircles the light,

like it is swallowing a pill.

The sky is too captivating to look away,

the mix of purples, pinks, and blues.

I stay perched onthe sill for who knows how long,

just admiring the view.

Right when the wind holds a chill,

and sends goosebumps up my arms,

the moon and sun gracefully pass,

both with the utmost charm.

I crawl back in through my window,

my skin cold and my eyes heavy.

Sleep quickly comes as my head hits the pillow,

my body stills and my breathing becomes steady.