The Gloaming.

Swift as a blade, a motion made smooth, as running through paths on the way,
Turning mind to the road ahead of my eyes, as the sun sinks and hides from today.
An open field, as my sword I wield, a weapon I've made in my mind,
Not turning back, for a point theres a lack, and now, it is all behind.
Gaze at the sky, a bath of bright hues, orange, pink, lavender, red.
Few stars appear, and the past doesnt matter, the future is what's in my head.
Twilight air entwined in my hair, the grass like the curled waves foaming.
Breath in the air, so sudden aware of the beautiful ways of the gloaming.
As dark robs the sky of its natural blue, and clouds disappear into shadows,
I walk on forth, my life's quest ahead, The freedom has become my hero.


Thanks for reading

BTW Gloaming is twilight in scotland.

Twilight air entwined in my hair, the grass like the curled waves foaming.
Breath in the air, so sudden aware of the beautiful ways of the gloaming.

^ i liked these two lines. very good