This ancient evening has visited
Countless times across the centuries.
The cool air holds the gazes of
Peasants, warriors, and Kings.
Their many tongues utter
Silently through the dusk.
Pulsing like cricket song…
Moments pass as I stand with them.
On different shores in time,
We stand together
And gaze upon the calico sky.
© 2017 Cynthia Lewis
Photo © 2017 Linda Parker, used with permission