sunset faces seem filled with thoughtful reflection eyes drawn to their own page of living and their own written in stone paths the golden light of the westbound sun gives its kindness to her weathered face hides the lines of worry that have shadowed her days and in the dark hour it will be the afterimage of her golden moment that will sketch this day in ink for me that will define this place for me the profile of her face in golden sunset her proud strong frailty that her standing spoke so loudly as to confound the darkness and in thouse dying embers of daylight behind and by her side all these silent spectators to this strange day shall mark it within their own hearts what they beheld on this side road of humanity's circus one old woman stood and defeated the darkness