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Sunset
by Richard VinceThe last drops of colour drain
From the sky as it slowly
Becomes one with the land.
Why does the Sun bleed
So beautifully? Is it only for
Beauty that it must be
Sacrificed daily, only to rise
Again in the morning?
The lights with which we try
To replace it are like funeral
Candles: pale in comparison
With what has been lost,
And outshone by memories.
When I was younger, I sought
Solace in the sunset. It remains
A reminder of how much beauty
Is there every day, and of how much
Bigger the universe is than
This little world I inhabit.
It is a marvellous analogy of
He who is greatest of all.
03/27/2009 Posted on 04/28/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/28/09 at 09:36 PM Sunsets and sunrises seem to awe most of us. But eye of Hubble looks out in the infinity of space and provides us with a glimpse of from whence we came. Good write Richard. |
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