I sit here on my terrace, watching the sunset,

The clouds have a silver lining, and I'll admit, I kinda like it.

There's fading light everywhere, but it's not depressing.

In fact, it's therapeutic, and I find myself slightly smiling;

The traffic is sort of ceasing, and the birds are returning home for the night,

Just as the sun is changing colors, I sit here writing a poem, releasing my plight.

I see the spectacular array of colors, and can't help but be amazed,

There is a momentary quiet every few seconds.

There is blue, grey, and white in the clouds, red, yellow, and orange in the sun,

The neighborhood billows smoke, there is little noise beside the hummingbird's hums.

There are moments when I realize I've got other work to do,

But I push your thoughts away, cause right now, fun's all that I'm about.

After so long I've let myself loose, I don't want to go back to the quiet tight-lipped girl in the shadows;

I'm out here in the open, trying to enjoy nature in the urbans (lol)

For once I'm not shutting up but screaming and man, that feels good!

I feel the quiet in the atmosphere penetrating my body,

I feel a little light and a whole lot better.

Maybe this time when I go back inside, I won't be plagued by the darkness,

Maybe this time when I pick up a book, I won't feel my head aching,

Maybe this time I'll just sit back and relax and not worry,

Maybe this hollowness in me will no longer exist.

All these thoughts race my mind at once

And since I'm watching the clouds with a silver lining

I don't shut my thoughts right away, and just try to believe.