What saddens me so about sunset? Fire
falling away can symbolize too much.
Passion fading in old age. Dwindling pyre
darkening open mind. Softening clutch
of your blazing hands following climax.
Flaming hearts simply running out of time.
Love, we’ve lain together, bodies relaxed
as silk scarves gracing shoulders of Wutai
Shan, watching night cover wavering light,
leaving us to mercy of stars. We’ve gazed
at Cape Reinga’s twilight, gasped in delight
at Tasman Sea’s glowing blood red, amazed
as we whispered in unison, Let’s pray
these leaping spirits gently lead our way.
Roger Armbrust
July 30, 2009
