Sunset

Blushing skies and shades of watermelon,

Mark that the day is coming to a close.

Persimmon, purple, the heavens will yawn

As my mind grows older, wanting to doze.

The night is closing as I enter dawn,

As the moon begins to engulf the sun,

As my thoughts begin to engulf my soul,

As the stream of stars runs into the sky.

What a shame to have lived without a smile,

For my back grew sore,

For my frown did set.

But the day is old, and the night is new,

In the dark I smile,

For the day is done,

For the sun is gone.