What is it about the Sunset that so captures the imagination?
Perhaps a fear- That beauty should never return- Or even a hint at our own eminent ends?
What is it about those final fading moments, when the day is all but spent, that so silences the mind?
Perhaps a promise- That beauty should always return- Or even a hint that our own eminent ends are no more than another nightfall, to be scattered by the radiant light and the daybreak of dawn.