Sometime Poem by Smoky Hoss

There are some days
when the sunset light blazes in curls,
burning orange upon the clouds
bending at the end of the world -
And sometimes you can actually feel
that silent presence, death, in whispers unhearable,
burning away in the beauty of the sunset
at this, the end of day, nearly unbearable -
When you're feeling extremely fragile
and can find no way returning Home,
the difference between sundown and sunset
is the difference between lonely and alone -
Sometimes the fading light passes over
into a shadow dark upon the wall,
listen carefully in the evenings waning light
there you shall hear softly, the angels call -
Very seldom (but Sometimes) in the sunsets lavish beauty
right at the sharp edge of ending,
you just may notice the broken nature of living
not so bellicose as it is spiritually comprehending -




- this came to mind as I followed an incredible sunset one evening
into it's beautiful finale -