Jolted by Twilight

Quote: "Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise." Unknown Author of a well known poem. As the day meanders by, Sunbeams still stream from the sky, With so many promises left to fulfil. And a relaxed sensation lingers still. Euphoric stimulations rush through my mind, A pulsating tempo, urging me on to unwind. A peace in knowing, what I know to be so, I fret for the knowledge of what I don’t know. Alarmed yet inspired by the sun’s sudden sinking. The loss of this day sets my mind feverishly thinking. A panicked realization, harshly jolted by twilight. The day is ending and turning to night. I watch the golden orb with its crimson halo. Each unfinished promise must wait, this I know. The sun melts into the far off shadowy hills, My failure to complete each task, now gives me chills. However, sunset’s glowing beauty of splendor untold. I rest as night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold. With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone. Knowing that tomorrow’s arrival is surely set in stone.