A Movie Seen

I tread up the stairs,
goad the door the open,
with my staff and a grin,
a sunset for the occasion,
the sun for my focus,
setting on the onset of dusk.

The window glares as it swings out,
subjected by my hand on the clasp,
to greet the cold breeze outside,
blowing the shining star beyond the horizon,
I wave goodbye to my eye and breath,
my last thought must make its mark.