The Golden Day Sinks Away

I knew I'd lost my way from the start of the day
but the light from ahead was brighter than yesterdays grey

My eyes did the talking
but my mind did the walking

I had to slow my pace
for the glow had already surfaced to the other side of my face

I couldn't understand why the golden day wanted to sink away?
And most of the sky had flooded with the blue's haze

I knew the day was trying to stay alive

My eyes had mesmer....
at the sight of each blade of grass and their shadows cast

And the way the lone tree's leaves dripped off and swayed into the golden sun's breeze

I can only hope that next time it'll be someone other than my eyes, my mind, and me