Roses grace the sky in a bouquet, And a few fall down to me. The last fleeting rays of yellow sunlight Shoot up into the sky like fireworks, Illuminating the beach for a brief moment. A cool breeze whips across the shore, And the sands drift in my face, The sands that tell the stories of all Who have watched these pink moments before. The ocean whispers to me, Its enticing scent pulling me in, Saying, “the world is not so bad, Watch this beautiful sunset. Everything will be alright.” The last rose petal falls, And the clock reads 8:12 pm. The taste of salt lingers on my tongue As I turn and head for home. The sunset says, “Come back tomorrow!”
The inspiration for this poem was from this essay on NPR's website called "Pink Moments". Here is the link for the essay if you would like to read it (https://thisibelieve.org/essay/11439/); it's a gorgeous work that I did not attempt to copy but that inspired me to tell my own "pink moment" story.