Poem
Sunset
jL
'08
Gazing out into
the Twilight hour
of a city skyscape,
above all the electric
hustle-bustle of the
evening just itching
to begin,
the end of the day;
the lofty horizon
glowing the most
beautiful hues
of pinks, oranges, and blues.
The setting sun
creeping slowly
over the edge
of the scene that I'm gazing out at,
in all it's splendor and glory
anticipating the Rennaissance
of a new day
on the other side of the World.