The Sunset | Sunday Observer

The Sunset

Along the road, on a Sunday drive
On a road along the coast
I stop and gaze, as I arrive,
At the horizon where my imagination roams
Brightened colours blind my eyes
Yet my mind's eye proceeds to gaze
The painter of the sky continues to fly
Painting red in the sky's blue face
As the sun sets, he spies on me,
As he sets under the clouds
At eventide he begins to speak,
About his many journeys among the crowds
When the sun reached his home, the horizon
At the end of eventide
Before he returns, under the sea
He leaves with saying,”Good Night”.

Rometh Dias,