by Stacey Torres

Created on: October 12, 2010

My Sunset began some time around

The age of 40

When the fire of my life swelled in bright

Liquid wonder

In shades of gold, bronze, copper and quartz.

And each year, the hues grow a bit deeper

Set a little more lower

Coming sooner and sooner

Than the year before

But still so beautiful nonetheless.

My Sunset proceeds to dusk

And cold, bitter darkness

Taunting me with glimpses of the

Future so certain so final as

Night embraces Sunset one last time.

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