"When the Sun Whispers to the Heart"
The sun begins its slow descent,
A golden hush, the day's lament.
Its colors bleed through clouds so wide,
A canvas where our thoughts confide.
It dips below the edge of time,
A fleeting hour, near-sublime.
And in that pause, when light grows thin,
The soul recalls what lies within.
A breath we didn’t know we kept,
A dream that stirred while daylight slept.
The aching hush, the amber gleam,
Feels like the echo of a dream.
The sky becomes a gentle fire,
A mirror to each lost desire.
The heart, once closed in silent night,
Now opens to the falling light.
For sunsets speak in tender hues
Of love once felt, and paths we choose.
They write in gold, then fade away—
A promise wrapped in end of day.
So let it burn, then let it go,
Like all the things we’ll never know.
Each sunset, though it fades from view,
Leaves behind a softer you.
