Staring at the Dying Day

Staring at the Dying Day

The falling sun blows cloud kisses of farewell
into the grandeur of an infinite sky.
Moment by easing moment it drifts,
changing with every blink of each staring eye,
downward beyond the mysterious veil,
into the dark, distant enticing horizon.

In its wake the golden fading orb
draws gasps from the very breath of the day,
transfixing with a multi-coloured majesty of space,
sparking within our freshly laid memories,
lifting them to wave their goodbyes,
out into the gathering silky reflected dusk...

- Jimhl