As the spectrum of light fills up the sky,
And I lay writing and wondering why,
I realize how lucky I am to be.
What a great gift to be able to see.
It could have happened so many more ways.
But instead, here I am, scribing my lays.
And though I do wish for much more than this,
Watching sunset is its own kind of bliss.
My heart finds some solace watching this ball.
Even in twilight, it rises so tall.
Its golden path stretches out from the sea;
From heaven itself and right up to me.
So leave me to be as I savor this sight,
And at-least, for now, I’ll dream in the night.