The night is nigh

The pink and orange hues of evening sky,
are beautiful yet sad, as all goodbyes.

With each breath, I can feel life’s fading out,
and hear myself, call out your name aloud.

An inverted "V", after a tough day’s test;
a formation of flock, heading to the nest.

Each morning glows, then grows to same old night;
the reason, my heart sinks at sunset sight.

The early morning flight of hope and pride,
shall culminate, when tired wings alight.