when the sun fades

when the sun fades

signals the end of day

night makes an appearance

the shapes of the clouds disappear

replaced by the stars

the light of the moon across the sky

tells of stories of the sun

as the trees sway in the breeze

the animals come out to hunt

their shadows dancing across the ground

pursuing the right to dominate the nightlife 

Memories of time

memories 

the reflections of time

distance themselves 

to an unknown place

upon the upheaval 

of memory

 

lost are the stars

to which we call home

trying to find ourselves 

when dreams end

life begins 

a new story

 

what shapes our soul

is it the experiences we have

that help us realise 

our true purpose in life 

or is it the realisation

that all this can change