Eventide In Zihua

The light has faded from the sky,

The sun has said its fond goodbye,

The frantic time has had its day,

The tropic heat retains its sway.

Up to the roof to seek a breeze,

And solitude with my Main Squeeze.

Sparkling lights climb up the hill,

Where freshest air is present still.

Thinking, perhaps, a thought profound,

Born of a dear one’s errant sound.

Something good can come of this?

An answer for what’s gone amiss?

Something that can bolster pride,

Can this occur this eventide?

Even though we’re far in space

The ties that bind are still in place.

We’re ever there, a tiny piece

Of something whole. We never cease

To play a part in someone’s life

To lessen pain, diminish strife,

Bringing kindness to meet a need,

To ever bless, this is our creed.