I watch the pastel hues fade
Knowing the darkness will rise
My eyes scan across the silhouette of the ridge
As if somewhere on the other side
Offers the promise of tomorrow
But it is never really a promise, is it?
A hope for some, an expectation for others
But a promise?
A guarantee?
As the illusion of tomorrow
Fades
With the last rays of light
I am simply grateful for
Today