Sun Of Evening Poem by Greta L Suits

It's orange
It's round,
It shines its light.
It sets it's beauty afore the night!
O'er yonder West,
Less bright, less bright.

I see it there beyond the trees
It conquers the mountains,
It couquers the breeze,

A cloud or two will try to win,
But sun of Evening won't let them in!

Its rays shine up
They barrage down,
I see them plainly,
They light the ground.

And now the mouhtains
Attracted too,
have begun their engulfment,
Adieu, Adieu!

O orange cloudless Heaven,
On fire you seem tonight.
I count my mountains seven,
My senses you delight.

I touch the cooling earth,
For evening sets in now.
The sad sun dying slowly,
The morrow will rebirth
And life it will endow!

I hear nocturnal animals begin to yawn and blink,
They wake upon the sunset,
The sleep while grasses drink.

I smell obscure refreshing scents,
Ones evening make aware,
My body wants to run and laugh,
And taunt and jest and dare,
For why should evening scare?


At last I turn a'foot my path
o'er stone o'er grass o'er wood.
Alone engulfed in evening's bath

I think of good I think of wrath.
I think upon a time when love
Was like the sun at noon,
Young and timeless seemed it then,

Oh woe! It set so soon.

I've tried to love another,
A star, an eath, a moon,
But my love was like no other,
Yet I'll not stoop to ruin.

Ironic that I seek the night,
For both my suns have set,
Recalling all their shedded light,
Faith! Dawn will rebirth yet!

Tenaciously the darkness stays,
As already I have said.
Engulfing all my body,
engulfing all my head.

But Eastward ho! My path doth go,
A'coming from the West.
Though night is very very long,
I plod, I cannot rest.

Though evening sun have stilled my sight,
Remember orange! Remember bright!
No star, no earth, no moon is right!
For dawn my sun, my only plight!

I'll pray a'waiting for your light,
And love you day and love you Night!