• As the sun sets I capture its light,
    Saving it to last a dark cold night.

    As a mist I roll in,
    And solidify,
    That hint of sunset a distant memory,
    Glinting from deep within.

    I am now close to my end,
    The sunset a distant memory,
    Nearly forgotten.

    As I sorrowfully collapse to a mist,
    I spread and hug the earth,
    In my despair I have nearly lost hope,
    Until my salvation the sun shines through me.
    At sunset I am but a ghost,
    At sunrise my role is large,
    As the glorious morning mist.

    I sleep for the day,
    And await the sunset,
    Where I haunt the sun,
    For gossamer be my name.