Sometime

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 -