I think I need a Sunrise, I’m tired of Sunsets.

Falling down takes time; 

Layers unfurled through gravity, 

The world warped

Through a collapsing beauty, 

A parallel to autumn

And her bright expanse 

Of orange decay.

A sunset in late September, 

Evenings ushered in

On the tail-end of a 

Dying summer breeze. 

The light from the Sun 

Filtered through tepid air,

Flickering against amorphous nimbus 

Until it descends onto the horizon. 

It’s a dance between

The Sun and the Earth, 

The Earth and the Sky, 

The Skyline and the edge of our planet, 

Stretched across ruffling waves,

A blue blush concealing the Sea.

You close one eye,

And the entire scene 

Can be held between 

Your thumb and index finger.

For a moment,

You hold everything.

For a moment,

You are whole.

But the Sun keeps dancing

Until it slips out of sight. 

The breeze keeps on twirling, 

The oceans remain blue, 

And it’s all beginning to fade 

As the Moon and the stars

Take their positions in the sky. 

The transition is peaceful,

And I find comfort in this daily sight. 

The world ends every day without a fuss. 

It takes time, but it’s never in a rush. 

The Sun goes down at its own pace, 

And it manages to stay beautiful 

Every step of the way. 

So maybe falling down 

Isn’t such a bad thing after all, 

As long as we remember 

That falling down always comes 

With the opportunity to rise again.