As The Sun Goes Down

More silent than a still wind,
More obvious than high mountains,
More calming than the ocean,
More magnificent than fountains

Every evening I look towards the sky,
Where the sun is bleeding,
An I miss it as it goes down,
Because its the one thing I'm needing.

The sky turns cold and dark,
as if mourning for the sun
as if no longer wanting to live or remember,
the day that is now done.

I close my eyes and breath in,
the darkness all around,
and nightly horrors begin,
as the sun goes down.

Reviews

[Ruarc Cinaed]

Once again, great job. I love the imagery, and the flow. And, yes, it's melancholy, but very, very good.

[Samuel Dickens]

A bit meloncholy, but lovely all the same. Very nice writing, Shade.