Sunset

The Horizon called the Setting Sun,

Every step put a different hue on:

 

Yellow, Turmeric, Orange, and Crimson;

Winds, Warmth and Views, in Unison

 

Sent me whirling into Imagination

Everything's like the Sun's complexion:

 

From Bright to Dim and Dimmer

Man's life is so Similar.

 

Seeking shade during the Blazing Noon

But Unwilling to set the Peaceful Set Untune.

 

Seeking Pleasures when Life shimmers,

Yet, when Time turns, the Mind Flickers.

 

Every Set marks a step closer to Death:

Rise and Set, Merely Time's Breath.

 

Or should I give up this worldly Lament

To Life and Death become Indifferent.

 

Accept the end of a Day and proceed

To welcome a night of Quietude indeed.

 

I've let the Sun now go away;

Go usher somewhere a Mighty Day.

 

And turned about to the Full Moon Rise,

But that's another Story to Romanticise.