Late, Late in the Evening

      Late, Later in the Evening

As the sunset behind the disappearance of the rune stone horizon, this moment calls for a reflection, taking a reclining state while tossing another log into the fire.

To assess and strengthen the mind of its ocean, subtle flame scent recovers from evening flowers.

That kindles warmly to comfort the gentlest soul.

A distant temple bell fades; and ends a moment of rage. 

Now this calm orange sunset soul, parting thoughts into the red skies: listen to yourself, of times when El Dorado was a time when nature whispered to the warmth of pyres.

Where spare fragments are now caught in the fog of clouds between perspective and memory waves, sounds, and shadows.

Discovery of the unknown question of time, mind stream.

Late in the evening.