[NicknamedBob]

Sunwink

I’ve always loved the sunset,
A bow upon the day,
That’s been wrapped up in lovingness,
All set to put away.

To place among the memories,
Of happy days gone by,
For times when things don’t go so well,
On days that make you cry.

A sunrise is as lovely,
But colder in its way,
More distant in the joyfulness,
That happens every day.

Though lens can’t separate them,
The difference is this,
The sunrise is a promise,
And sunset is a kiss.

NicknamedBob . . . . March 22, 2004

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Bob.


Such a lovely poem - thank you.