Between Silence And Sky Poem by Kleinbooi Soyani

A bench holds the weight of a single soul,
Framed by a horizon painted in fire and gold.
The sky bleeds whispers of day's last breath,
Where shadows stretch, and time forgets.

A bird arcs free in the distant glow,
While thoughts remain tethered, heavy, slow.
Here, silence speaks in crimson tones,
And solitude hums where dusk condones.

For life is a pause between sun and night,
A fleeting silhouette against fading light.
Not all journeys need a road to roam—
Sometimes the sunset is the way back home.