Under the red sunset
we dissolve in the
copper red grass
as we lay under the shadows
of the ever-changing
golden leaves.
The hills roll out
underneath us and expand
to reach the very end of
the invisible blue sky
murmuring along the
hums of raspberry
blue birds.
And as the clouds
dance slow dances,
they are blown with
the currents of the wind
and we watch old
friends disappear into
different skies
under the same
golden moon.