An Ode to the Setting Sun

Yellow ball of fire! Don’t go yet, Tarry, stall a bit more
For your egress ends this chapter in the book of life
Grant me more time with you and with today
I see the flock of birds fly back to their nests
The boats returning from a hard days’ work at the sea
I see you, and I can see you don’t want to go away too,
For you linger, just above the horizon, orange and pure
As you slowly descend to sink into the blue tranquility
You set, to banish all the light you bought in your wake
Purging all the mistakes that have been and was today
The hate, the anger, the disappointment, the misery
To leave behind the sweet after taste of satisfaction

But I hope, you’d be back soon, to bring back the
Lost light of the day that was for the day that will be
It seems like you give me a fresh sheet everyday
To write on, to draw on, and to make my own life
In colour, or in grey, however I wish to portray it
For tomorrow is but another day, a clean sheet and
I will see you again, as a young bashful wave of crimson
Far far in the east, moving up, as you age into
The brilliant golden fireball of the midnoon
That surpasses everything with its resplendent form
Your rays reach out to embrace us with heavenly
Love and warmth that is beyond description

And then like all life comes to an end, so does yours
As a distinguished visitor to our planet
As you begin your descent into the infinite lacuna of space
Like a man enveloping his old age tentatively
Slowly losing your strength, but still retaining the
Same amount of respect and command as before
Smiling a varied hue of orange, red and purple
Still lighting up the sky in your fading glory
As you sink deeper and deeper to usher in the darkness
I begin my long dark vigil through the night
For I cannot wait for tomorrow, to see you again
Far far in the distant east, I shall wait for you