I love the promise of a sunset –
everything bathed in golden promise.
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.