The sky glows golden in the west

The trees and the hills aflame

The earth is burning

Being consumed

Like tinder.

Tendrils of night snake softly

From the horizon

Stretching to the heavens

Yet punctured, punctuated by the stars.

I am the son and heir

Of the Father of the sun and air

The Father of moon and stars and sky and night

Reach out your arms to me, brother dusk

Father, I am ready to come home.