Sunset Poem by Autumn Winds

The light house shines as a beacon
To the travelers at sea
Staring up at our dismembered constellations
Where there's a shadow
There is always light
Standing at the oceans edge
The tide takes the worries with it
I can hear them dancing in the rain
Thundering in the clouds
Cries and screams are drowned
Carried away with a seizing wing
Delicate butterflies float along the sunset
As the sky turns from blue to pink
A picture painted by a delicate hand
And ever so slowly
The sun falls
Leaving a silver moon in its wake