Half and Half

A lovely cotton candy sky beyond the horizon,

basking in the dispersed light of a setting sun.

A palm tree energetically pirouetting from the wind's whims,

Nodding to each side, lacking a rhythm it seems.

The wind was hot, like one you'd find at a desert in Arabia,

Stifling and blinding, golden sand on the skin felt searing.

Two hours later the night would drop the covers of day,

The bright sky now gone would peek through the moon as it may,

The stars may cast their perfect little glimmering shine,

That walked all the way to us just to say Hi.

The night air would become cold again, and we'll be okay,

Staring back at the sky, staying up late, and watching our kids play.