Pink Stars

I feel the boars beneath my feet groan in protest as I take small steps. The water bobs softly by and by.

My heart leaps with pure joy when I see I am not too late. Time here feels as if it does not exist.

But yet the sunset still runs on its own schedule. I am the one chasing the sunset. Until I land among the stars.

It is what brings me pure, and absolute solitude. The wind blows against my hot cheeks and weaves its fingers through my hair, leaving me cooler than the previous hot day.

The colors of the sky blend together like a painters brush stroke; soft on the edges, but more definite as you reach the middle.

Pinks and oranges go from separate to the same. But do not leave out the purples and the blues, for they are like an endless reflection of the sparkling waters that lay beneath.

I sit there on the edge of the deck, my body firm against the boards, dangling my feet off as if they want to speak to the water.

Just as the colors were displayed in the sky, they vanished. Leaving subtle darkness.

Everything is void and empty until the stars come out with their twinkling colors lighting up the sky; dancing.

The unique way they look at us, like another godly power, protecting me. I sit, for what seems like forever.

For time here doesn't exist, it welcomes me with opens arms.