Looking into the
sunset I can't help but
notice that despite her
beauty a sense of struggle and hopeless
surround the sky Deep inside you realize that this day is
gone and everything that It had brought is
lost forever Every thought every action,every dream
every hope
every sight every sound is gone There is no chance of every being
returned the same exactly the same For every moment has a limit to what it
can capture Every memory has a limit to what it had
retrieve And the colours in the sky try to
entertain us one last act with painted
smiles for they too know that nothing can be
done to save the day So futile their attempt to comfort our
fear of the night our horror as we try to find our
way like children who wander into a forest
and never return I am ingratiated by the sunset because
of her sensitivity as she tries to push the
darkness back for just a moment
more But like so many times before....to no
avail