With my eyes closed shut, I took a deep breath;
Feeling the intoxicating high of the fresh mountain air;
As if inevitable, I slowly blinked and focused,
On the sun’s festive adieu amidst a silent fanfare.
A tinge of buff lined the horizon yonder but soon,
Buff turned orange and then, an angry slash of red;
While the flaming orange ball sank from sight,
Hinting passions and emotions, and of energy far from dead.
While the blue of the sky lost to the raging violent red,
Violet wreaked vengeance on the head above azure sky;
As moments ticked by, after red too lost to violet,
The velvety black ruled; the violet was just a small fry.
And then, just as everything seemed grim and doubtful,
The Heavens lit a million candles, as if answering a prayer;
Started as a tiny twinkle here and a small sparkle there,
The star studded affair came alive, layer after layer.
Like diamonds glittering against a pitch black background,
The sky undoubtedly implied the Heavens up above;
Of Gods and angels, of justice and faith,
Of wise men and virtues, and of unadulterated love.
The bright full moon dazzled over the stars,
As if proclaiming authority over the enchanting sum;
The milky white beams holding the sacred promise,
Of a much much more colorful tomorrow to come…
