Eve Poem by Ananta Drusus Ectorius

I see through the window
Across the Brandished grills.
It was a silent Eve.

The sun setting back into its pocket
The birds making haste to their young
The breeze slightly rustling the trees
As if it were singing a lullaby
And lulling the greenery to a hushed slumber

I look up closing my eyes
Feeling the warmth of the setting star,
Upon the darkness in my closed eye.

With a pen on my hand
I write your name, Eve.
Wondering if one day,
Across the blurry ink
I get to sail with you too?