Softly you rise and spread like scarf in the west,
Lining across the sky with rainbow marbles and bands,
Each stream of petalled rays flows with glowing strands,
Slowly descends into oblivion of even rest.
Unique palette of colours display above the western sky,
Designed by nature in various forms and styles,
This spectacular and enthralling view appears behind the clouds,
Set in the fields, hills, mountains, plains and seas, its throne so proud.
The scarf of sunset sweetly brings down a dreamy shrine
To the earth where people reflects their day that shines
Their hopes, their dreams, their wishes known
To the beauteous deity of the splendour crowned.
Sunset, oh sunset, life merits your mystery divine.
You seal the storm; you conceal the dewy rain.
Thunder and lightning bow out to your royal rein
Letting your beams prevail in the clouds with pious lines.
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This poem is exquisitely made, and merits repeated reading not only for its beauty, but for the meaning of each and every word.
Starward
Scarf in the Western Sky
Thank you op.cit. This is my first comeback, so I find this comment very much a welcome surprise. :)
"Did not our heart burn within us?" ~Luke 24:32