The sun puts warmth into the half dark room
gracing the wooden chairs and tabletops with light
as I sit glazed with bits of sunset
hidden from the golden clouds and orange sky.
While there are streaks of colors in my eyes
I know how to be thankful for this scene
as my dad always told me to never curse the sun.
Watch patiently as the sunset drains
the powder blue and and thin white clouds
burning it in an amber chamber
behind the lattice-work of trees
leaving in time for the onset of night.