Evening Poem by edward lancheister

As the birds flies across the sunset
close my eyes feel the breeze of wind
time flies by the rhythm of the grass set
time to release and soar in between
embrace the freedom like dance in the sky
the ray of lights become an art of painting
drop every ink and slide
every words become living

convey a new things for the soul seeker
looking for a heart of beholder

every step that taken by
every moment that pass by
written deep and become memorial
like a sketch of canvas in that partial
different capture of lines that been made
a moment that couldn't be fade
in every human heart
in every life that breath