Sunset Secrets Poem by Barry Middleton

hidden in the red sunset
I see a color of my own

it is subtle and muted
a unique view of endings
...
all endings are not red
some are fed on purple

excruciating and royal
like velvet night itself
...
in some is a blackness
like the pitch of midnight

or a beckoning of souls
into an angry cold ocean
...
but in my secret sunset
there is a whisper of blue

a hue that only I can see
a song that only I can hear