Sundown
When the smoke ascends, let my passing be
With Some late angels accompanying me
Into the halo of a Splendid sea
And the long-awaited days of eternity.
The Forlorn years had grown quieter,
With every shadow passing their hour
At night, the skies looked even darker
By day I could only hear a faint Twitter.
My benediction lingers as in patience,
And weariness etches upon my face
The grizzled old influence of grace
Ending an age, an epoch with peace
The purple smoke of sundown ascends,
In the winding columns of quieter clouds
I see the days with changing moods
Going down inspiring darkening shrouds.
Memories stay alive while the world goes on
In the sense of another new horizon.
Sundown with her vast silhouette ocean
And the gift of romance and passion.
The waves lapped and rolled together
thrilled with a sense of adventure
my task accomplished, and the serenity gather
to let me go and join the heavenly choir.
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