Rik Bertrand

Rookie - 0 Points (18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

The Spirit Of Sunset - Poem by Rik Bertrand

There is magic at the end of everyday
You can see it on the horizon of play.
The sun slowly drops down to take a rest,
And then we lay down for the night until the morning crest.

There is beauty in every sunset, open your eyes to see perchance.
You may see the Sunset Spirit rest upon the suns departing glance
Her beauty is beyond reproach; her eyes leave a lasting impression.
And although she does not speak, her lips speak the night's confession.

The Sunset Spirit is this and more, she comes from the suns inner core.
She guides are sunsets for our pleasure, so that we are left wanting more
Her lust for attention motivates her, to show all of sunset's glory.
But, this my friends is truly only half of this beautiful story.

The Sunset Spirit has always been and she will always be,
For she has been set upon this earth at the Lord Gods decree
The Sunset Sprit is a savior to ensure the beauty that we all see,
But most of all she is the beauty in the sunset, that always comforts me.

REB (MAY 2012) I Love the sunsets, and to see the real beauty of them, you just have to open our eyes.


Comments about The Spirit Of Sunset by Rik Bertrand

  • Silver Star - 3,711 Points Valerie Dohren (5/27/2012 8:20:00 AM)

    Lovely poem - you may like to read mine entitled Sunset. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012



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