Sunset, so long I’ve waited
For your fantasy of color
That I could almost taste
The beauty between your fragile
Minutes, the aches of orange
The dusk of flashing pinks
I did not expect to ever find immersion
The kind where I could truly forget myself
But it was a necessary union with nature
Sunset, now that I’m finally in you
I look back at my self with the eyes of clouds
From pale blue warmth, sad goodbyes
I can’t stop the flood of inches of beauty
The river of time, glowing with sunsets
You bathe me in golden-yellows
This is the home-star I breathe in
As intimate, as the sound of rain
Sunset, so hold me here
I’m dying on the inside.
Wuji Seshat 