At eve when the earth shows mysterious glow,
when the sun yells emotion while bending so low,
for fifteen pure minutes, the colors above
streak red, pink, and yellow - bursting with love.
For those fifteen minutes, the colors that streak
put ease to the minds of the brave and the weak.
The strains and the pressures put through them at day
dissolve as they gaze at the cloud full of ray.
The world becomes golden; above there is life,
a husband embraces and kisses his wife.
The beauty of earth is once more exposed
through the brightness of fire as the sky becomes closed.
Circa 1972
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