Archives of Sunsets

Radiance of scarlet
Streaks of blood in the summer sky.
Tissue wisps of tendril thin
Waving in the lost blue.
Day’s end, picture beginning
In the eye, in the sky,
A great canvas, ever-changing,
Hanging out there so high.
Rivers turquoise rolling violent
Divided, connected, spewing forth
Uncountable strands now solid
Unified as glassy stone.

A child’s watercolor set
Spills out its random hues
And yet, a pattern emerges
From the chaos of glow lost.
As evil conquers good
And fills the sky with darkness,
Timeless hope lingers onward
With millions of tiny lights.