Far beyond the horizon
the show begins
and the sun
starts to set
Painting the sky
with red
and many shades and blends
of orange
It's the hour
when sadness descends
gratuitously...
Ripples of light
fades away...
and so the birds
call it a night
so why are we
standing on the shore,
watching this spectacle
and still wandering?
goldenhour sunset wandering love