Whoever Really Watches the Sunset?
by Ness Ayton
Whoever really watches the sunset?
Who sees the blood red sun sink into the blood red sea
To escape the horrors it has shone on?
Who really sees the last shafts of light,
Accusing fingers stretching across the darkening waters?
Who marvels at the golden light that illuminates the clouds,
A celestial glory from realms beyond our ken,
Glowing over the primordial chaos below?
Who sees the beauty of nature at its best;
Its every changing hues?
Who watches the night race swiftly across the world,
To hide her shame?
And who stands until every ray of light has disappeared below the horizon?
And of those who really watch the sun set,
How many will see the sun rise?