Depths of the Mind (poetry)

Above the setting sun I soar,

Dipping and whirling,

An angel coaxing in the night.

 I paint the sky with the tips of my wings,

Streaks of red,

Orange smears.

I look behind me,

There is the sea.

Glistening in the last

Golden light.

I delve to reach the waves,

My feet brush the surf,

As it leaps in my wake.

I laugh,

And my call is echoed by many,

As we darken the sky.

One shape,

Dragging a cloak of stars,

And pushing the sun,

Beneath the waves.

The face of the moon

Peering over a dark cloud.

Silently watching,

As the ocean turns

Into a dark abyss.

I swoop and glide,

Back to the shore.

Where I sleep

The night away.