Cloud gazing
watching wisps of red purple fluff
dancing across the sun
shaping dreams and whims
as another day’s lights retreat
Crowd gazing
seeing people walk by
assuming shapes we give them
trying new maks on
as their day’s flight resumes
Naval gazing
letting thoughts flow by
dancing through my mind
Are my dreams shaped by whims
am my day’s night begins?
Really like the way you described the end of the day…a well crafted poem.