End of Day

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.