Latte Twilight

Day's end and evening blend, 

incarnadine sky so intimate, 

like a hearth fire lit

it's beautiful, isn't it?

Everywhere you go, has that same emboldened sky

everywhere you go, has the same sky as home 

 isn't that a lovely thought, to know you're not so far 

that we lay beneath familiar stars? 

Watch woods transform from golden red 

to that of like a coffee bread 

dark and sweet and darling dear, 

the town is glowing bright from here. 

It's beautiful, isn't it? 

a rich and reputable sky, 

strong and yet silky, like cappuccino cream 

how happy heaven looks, when it smiles and it beams.