At Sunset
How often in my life have I witnessed
the vibrant colors of a sunset
and been moved to tears for
having to release that purifying moment
to the enigmas of darkness.
Only to retreat, ponder and sigh.
Will not tomorrow's dawn awaken
from that same
obscure mystery?
I will dream and await the dawn!
At Sunset
**For my Mother who loved all
sunsets.
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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