Villanelle

Sun blends in with the sky, streaking colors
through the twilight. Framing the trees , the set-
ting sun, once gone, leaves behind only the night.

The children sleep, the children dream, dreams of
dark passageways, of strange lands where the
sun blends in with the sky, steaking colors

Upon the strange creatures laying about
through, he twilight. Framing the trees, the set
for a new production, a life where

Sun blends with the sky, streaking colors
every where, all day, everyday the melt-
ting sun, once gone, leaves behind only the night.

What do you do when the day is over?
Do you sit and wait for the time when the
sun blends in with the sky, streaking colors
the sun, once gone, leaves behind only night.