Fearing the Shadows of the Dusk

Sadness is evoked in the splendid sunset before the coming dusk, I admire it immensely and yet it deepens as dark; what's life? A rebirth of the seasons that alters time? I certainly agree, but somehow I'm stupefied by the sublime! Not all thoughts, sentiments, dreams and memories fade as sunsets: they are our own images carved in time itself... think of the exceptional individuals who became heroes and saints; did they ever look back, or feared death? The sunken sun is not visible anymore, above the wondrous Firmament flickers as seagulls rest on rocks splashed by the turbulent waves, and lost in it's immensity, I fear the shadows of the dusk... when, unexpectedly, life is taken from me and I will return to worthless dust.