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