“The sunset painted the sky red” Gun Roswell

Red Sunset

Over the mountains

A streak of light reflected
Reflected beyond the clouds
Clouds so thick, it’s almost a shroud
Shroud of many colours
Colours with the scent
Scent of the colour red
Red is the colour to reinvent
Reinvent the life
Life going to a hide
Hide only present for the night
Night never lasting
Lasting only until morning
Morning sun arises again
Again the life begins
Begins and then in the evening
Evening calls for an end
End never lasting long
Long as the darkness
Darkness only for hours
Hours getting shorter
Shorter by the minutes
Minutes counting fast
Fast as the speed of light
Light, present again in the morning
Morning, when the day is dawning