Voices on the Wind Evening Voices
Borders of Day and Night by Lars Samson Sundown erects a line, splitting Earth. In front, Day. Behind, Night. Black tides seep ahead where peaks and other silhouettes stand taller. In waters that swallow reflections. Mountains lock shoulders, damming a sea of light that recedes slower than can be seen. Course never changing. It leans into line, fixed on the horizon. Not seeing the opposite confluence has no border. Simply light blending black to gray that dissipates to illumination. It canít see the dance of Day and Night: touching fingertips and entwining bodies in early dawn. That Night washes up its other shore buoying a new Day.