The Sunset Poem by Stephen Harris

Radiant rays of suns outstretched arms touch
Coursing clouds of clementine and blushing pink,
Burning bright with its dimming and dripping gold
of bling, that is burnished by heavens soft hands

Below, windows close in slow scattered applause
While living room lamps light in dullest repose
And horizons unseen from the curtains call drawn
Except by the birds that sing waiting for dawn