The day had faded almost without theatre

But the crimson hues hinted at its declining beauty

I wandered into my evening garden barefoot

And felt the coolness of the dry air

A plane was crossing the sky leaving a thin trail

It could be seen as it travelled towards the moon

But I could not hear the roar of its mighty engines

And supposed it was gliding silently on the trade winds

My timepiece was two stops shy of the final hour

I should have been in my dreams but I could not sleep