Thread for Short Poems

[Diana]

The Setting Sun

So what can I do now
But follow the setting sun
Smoldering at the edge of day
And brilliant in its final hour
Bulging like a bursting heart
As it slowly sinks with
Coppery passion and quiet longing
I can feel the last, long
Golden rays beckon
With sad fingers
My life revealed somehow
Such as it is
In the evanescent light
And with one crimson flash
The sun plunges and disappears
And I know that time has
Caught up with me as the
Light fades to gray
And stars begin to form 
Out of the darkness