Soul in Shadow

Funny how

late evening

sets my 

soul afire.

The sky,

a dark arch

that folds

the day

between it's

sunset, colors

fading into a

silent crescendo

of gray-on-blue,

sometimes even

pink effervescent

in hues, and

how the moon

rises like 

white tide,

wise, all-knowing,

all-encompassing,

how it reflects

my wander,

held up against

the world

like a

great mirror.

©Stacy Stevens