Dying memories

Tale of a Sunset

O purple haze

from which

the ground

so forth

dispels

allow for me

none of

that which

is

myself

I pray to you

bring forth

the colors

I do

miss

the violet yellow,

orange

and bright

eternal

bliss

I go to sleep

amidst

the perils

of the

night

so I can wake

to see your

beauty

and your

light.