Sunset

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
January/February 2008

By Rhiannon Grodnik

I watch the sun melting like butter into the calm swirl
of waves and foam
It glides down, a flying ballerina
In the far end of my vision, I can see shimmering stars
glistening:
City lights
I look deeply into the vast universe below, a world of its own,
And see reflections
Somewhere, I can be sure, someone else is beholding the
same image.
And watching the same moon run like a track star into the
waiting sky,
Her finish line
I hear the buzz of voice and wind and sea, blended to perfection
I breathe the deep night air in deeply and regard the
infinite sky,
Ever changing like the world around me
And in that short moment of life, everything is silent
I can remember none of my past, and can think not of
my future
I can hear no buzz, only the rhythmic sounds of my heart and
my breath
I feel I am alone on this earth, alone with the stars
and the moon and the wind
Alone with only one song to listen to:
The song of peace that has been heard by many before,
And will be for many to come
And then it all disappears:
The aloneness
The light
San Francisco,
Into darkness

Sunset Rhiannon Grodnik

Rhiannon Grodnik,11
San Francisco, California

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