The sunset was so golden
it sent its molten metals
sheathing all the windows
and bouncing off of walls
The dying sun was reaching
I saw it melting through the trees
like an alien invader beam
it welded mush from leaves
When burning with hush’d farewells
it cried inside my eyes
and when it felt it drained itself
it kicked me to the skies
On final ends and darkness
the clouds were even jealous
they put on their best color
and stretched away from us
But wilder things were wished on
than the returning sun that night
and the early morning fighter crowd
got no glimpse of light
