Another Twilight Death

I was entranced watching the fading sun paint the sky in pastels. There were breathtaking moments of beauty as if he were brushing a canvas in shades of blush, lavender, and just a tint of amber. Each brushstroke blended in a new hue of color, making twilight bewitchingly ethereal. It's a magical time of day when sunlight slips away. I felt as if he were saying 'farewell' before drowning himself in the sea. For a moment I was struck by the sad thought that each day he dies another death. Then, as if he were gasping for one last breath, I sighed with a surge of remorse when the sea claimed him for her own. sunlight disappeared twilight left me with regret ~ mourning daystar's death As the sky began to darken, and the moon was on the rise, I felt the pull of her attraction and to her I lifted my eyes. Tomorrow, I would see the sun again when dawn announced his arrival. I would be awake to greet him when he brightened the morning sky.