On the matters of the sunset
You have eluded me for days But I always heard your call. Now the skies are empty, The darkness beyond your Light bellowing, frustrated. I'm also at my wit's end, But you are radiant as always. Praise be unto you, deity of Shining rays, ice breaker And day maker. Praise be unto you, who Kills my laziness and Brings about my Wild side. Praise be unto you, light Of the destitute and Disohonored. My mind is ablaze, And even as you leave I can still hear your Voice. **** **** **** *** ** * ** *** **** ***** ****** ******* ****** ***** **** *** ** * ************************************************************** **************************************************************** ************************************************************* ********************************************************* *********************************************** *************************************** ********************************** ***************************