Visual Feast

Ritualistic, hedonistic,
raising glasses high
Sundowners on the deck to watch
The sun exit the sky

With all the pomp and circumstance
And drama of a Queen
Its blazing hot performance
Steals the show in every scene

It goes not softly into night
And yet it’s always known
A dying sun must leave and let
The night ascend the throne

Clouds fade meekly into grey
Outlined in brilliant red
As twilight draws the covers back
And puts the sun to bed.