Chasing the Sunset's Glow

There's a glow out on the horizon that could fly right past your eye.

Colors slipping into evening, finding their last home inside the sky.

And the silence drifts in slowly, like it knows I'm passing through. And I capture

with my camera the early evening hue. So I let the twilight find

me as the colors fade to black. As the day is slowly over,

the nighttime wanders back. That sunset keeps calling out my name,

not loud, just steady like it knows. Golden rust and embers as the

early evening glows. If the sky keeps spinning stories like a canyon ang-ly tales.