A curtain of molten orange draws the day to its close.
A swathing sea of pink beams glitters out of the horizon’s toes.
Turquoise looks like it will sit forever
Gradient and radiant in a portrait of stilled time.
Is it right to wave goodbye to the sunset?
The waves will come back day,
The ocean of stars is tranquil;
sailors need a night light.
So long, friend.
You’re over the horizon:
the romance of the world.