End Of The Day Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the day is slowly growing dark.
the sun is wandering there,
where end of the horizon.
right away it will disappear from view
lying down to dream
in order to sleep tiring out off.
it is surviving and rescuing all rays,
needed up to it,
in order to with early morning
to appear
and to change with gilding
colours of the dawn, to rouse the life
and up to it
hot rays are still shining like gold
in order to warm of the ones,
with whom with night

a warmth was missing...