Eventide
Why are we drawn to the sunset,
enchanted by impending death,
as the skyline slowly exhales,
heightening rapture, breath by breath?
When polarities interchange,
before sol’s light melds with the night,
prismatic hues light up the sky;
a slow motion dance of delight.
Horizon acquires a red tinge
and soon crimson shifts to orange,
followed by yellow, green and blue;
violet completing the range.
Rainbow colours thus on display,
is a beauteous magic show,
seen by our eyes but felt by soul,
in time stretched tranquil stillness slow.
Sunset cajoles us to unwind,
laying labours of day to rest,
God Himself leading us to sleep,
to heal mind-body in love’s nest.
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