loneliness led my steps to the drifting river . . .
and her echoing verge
and I lingered there pondering, contemplating
until the glorious sun rested on a whispering wave . . .
pure gold and motionless and tranquil
it hung there hesitating, so reluctant it seemed
amongst streaked mauve feathery clouds . . .
the golden sphere seemed to float on the rolling water
oh, how beautiful was the eventide
as I stood and mused my life, my journey thus far . . .
the flaming orb sank sweetly into the azure blue
and silently gone was the hushed dusk
August 9, 2013
Written by Broken Wings (Constance La France)
For the contest, Poems About Sunsets, Leonora Galinta