Sunsets falling

Gaseous gold
Curls around the room,
Almost visible, but when I reach a hand to grab it,
It disappears in a flurry of 6 pm light.
Almost like a bird, I think,
Only nothing like a bird.
Everything like the ocean.
Everything like an ocean in which I can lay in
Forever
And nobody would come to bother me.
After all, I am nothing more than the air itself.

It's sad that it won't last for aeons and turns of time.
Golden water, golden light, golden birds
Disappear in a flurry of 7 pm night.
The twilight invades and lights turn on.
(It's almost by magic, I think,
Because how could they be so silent and dead a while ago?
I guess they're still silent,
But you can't turn night to day without singing,
Can you?)

Stars pierce the heavens,
And millions of light years away,
(Time, not distance)
Millions of light years ago,
They burned and howled and were forces of chaos
And maybe created life, too.
But now they seem feeble,
Weak, only able to observe us.
Maybe I should observe them back.

It's been a long time since I've looked at stars. I've been preoccupied with light.