I love the promise of a sunset –
everything bathed in golden promise.
It is:
A brilliant, gilded crown of benediction for the ended day
that whispers of glory to come at sunrise.
A flame of hope to last us through the night.
A glimpse of majesty to come.
A memory of blazing color to act as a talisman –
holding our nightmares at bay,
warming our sleeping hearts,
reminding our ids that morning awaits on the next revolution.
Mabbat 
Very nice!!! (I’m waiting for the next revolution, too.)
Beautiful Anne! I loved your comparisons, especially the sunset being a flame of hope. You captured the power, hope, and peace that a sunset can bring so well.