I drink down the sunset
like it is tea,
a warm invitation
calling to me.

I inhale the sharp scents
of the orange of the sky.
Release a will,
a want to cry.

Beauty at its finest,
refined into purity,
I reach out like a child again,
all I want right now
to enjoy.

I watch fiery red,
a beautiful bloodbath
encasing the atmosphere.

Purple's and pinks
like sugar filled fruit gushers.

Ah yes,
the sunset,
relaxing,










drink it down tonight.