Poetry

Suddenly the day fades to twilight,
the bright blue sky become dull
and you and I become spectators
while down the street the wind blows dust
when the sun sets in magic colours,
when we see the colours of the night
and we hear doves coo on the roof,
see stars stretching out into eternity
and there is innocence in your eyes
that becomes big like those of a child
and suddenly I have an inability
to find the right words
while silence brings a own language
when the sun sets beyond the hillocks.