Watching the sunset

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Watching the sunset

Where did the day go,
the time slip away?
The child became a woman
with mountains to climb,
a rocking horse of dreams.

Rain on the meadow
falls light when spring calls,
and the spring rises in answer,
and only I ask,
where did the day go.

Sun sets in purple prose
when the blackbirds fall silent,
and we listen for the next singers,
the owl or the fox, not letting
the time slip away

like children do
when they learn to fly.
We always seem to miss
that moment when
the child became a woman,

her wings fledged,
the sunset waiting
full of purple prose and promises.
The morning lay just beyond the horizon,
with mountains to climb,

castles in the air,
in the sand,
blowing in the wind,
and waiting, in gales of laughter,
a rocking horse of dreams.