Sunset

From blinking white light brilliance,

Slowly, evenly, slipping through the azure sky, the Sun is gone.

Falling as though never to return

Weaving precious gold and silver threads around the clouds

Brushing them with roses each in turn.

The sky melting from azure blue to silver through to speckled indigo

The horizon yet still retains the memory of the day

Until at last sea and sky are one and only ships and stars and phosphorescent moon divide the two

And with the footprint of the Sun pressed on our eyes

Not disappearing with the tide washed sand but held,

We laugh and dance and share the company of darkness,

Perchance to sleep,

and wake to find that She has returned, to light the sky,

To widen the world

To seperate the horizon yet again and give us light to guide us through another day.