The Late Hours

The sun had gone down.
Silent in my heart, peace in my soul;
Morning fog flakes, now, dissipated,
Winds swept them to the unknown land.

The tits had flown west,
On their way to their only nest.

Orange curtains still covered heaven,
Blazing like a wild, hot fire.
The clouds had sunken into the oceans,
Forever, gone...joy mourned.