Sunset Dreams
As the sun dips low and the shadows creep, I breathe in hues where the daylight weeps; With colors spilling in a wondrous dance, And twilight calling as evening’s chance.
The sky ignites in a blazing glow, While memories linger of the day’s soft flow; And gazing high, as the stars appear, I drink the beauty that holds me near.
Oh, sunset dreams, with your magic light, You weave a spell in the blooming night; In every moment, my spirit soars, As nature whispers on distant shores.
- Wilfrid Wilson Gibson