Silent Silver Linings

Sun sets behind mountains
slipping into long-forgotten seas.
Silence surrounding summits in a sweet surrender.
Sky fades from yellow to purple to the midnight blue that sinks down and
stains the sky.
Sun gone;
souls lost in the shadows scream in the solace of dusk.
Stars appear––sparkling in their selfish reflections.
Stories shared over flames––swapped and traded like stolen silver.
Straining to smile against the darkened sky;
shivering as the stars stare down in shame.
"Stay alive," sighs the sun.
"Stuttering whispers are not sugar-coated, but soaked in sorrow," reply the stars.
So goes the story;
swiftly as a summer storm.
Sounds of morning come like a song;
shaking sadness senseless like the trees that slowly sway in the breeze.
Stardust floats off branches into streams of sunlight.
Seldom does the sun rise shyly.
Shades of pink share secrets with the stubborn midnight sky.
Suddenly stranger are the last seconds of darkness––
stars scramble to save strength as they etch the spoken stories in stone.
Seas rise and fall no longer in stale silence.
Sun rays hold steady over the silhouettes of mountains.