Sunset Farewell

Alas!

The golden chariot of the sun hath bid us farewell,

Sinking beyond the horizons edge like a weary king retiring to his celestial throne.

Lo!

Heavens are now adorned in Robes of indigo and velvet black,

Sprinkled with a thousand glistening jewels

As if the very hand of the almighty hath scattered upon the firmament

And so dear soul;

I greet thee in this most sacred hour

Where the whispers of the wind doth carry secrets unknown

And the moon in her silver majesty doth cast her gentle gaze upon us.

May thy spirit find solace in the embrace of this eve

And may the nights tender breath bestow upon thee dreams so sweet

That even the angels themselves would weep with envy.