Sunset Grace

Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons, we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons. As Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north, and Extran, the highest and farthest followed it forth, gleaming, mineral crested, curling, wind swept cliffs, sent double shadows across the multi colored mists. From within the fizzling aurora of a streaking star debuted the brass colored moon, Alacazar, followed by Splitz and Hoboken and it’s circling asteroid, Token, reflecting their eerie light on the myriad acid pools, like funhouse mirrors breaking all the known rules. When the last of Extran’s static rays disappeared, the acid lakes and puddles suddenly mirrored four of the moons, gem colored cliffs and a meteor shower. We looked at each other and cried at this beauteous power where an atmosphere much too hostile to survive, with it’s sunset that reinforced we were alive, imparted in our hearts an eternal, loving attitude, Of faith in our Maker and profound gratitude. We turned and slowly power drifted away, But in our beings that sunset is here to stay. Inspired by Paula Swanson's "Not Just Any Sunset" contest written 8/20/11