On Sunsets

The sun rolls down the crested hill, The light, it follows after. The clouds drift by as sandy dunes, The sky, it echoes laughter Of days well spent and friends well made, Of quests before and yon. The dust of time gets lifted up As sand, continues on. The mount emits such wondrous rays, It lights the wisps above. And turns the blue sky pink and gold, To color it with love Of past and future family Of journeys to and fro But like death's kiss and winter's fall The sand, it too must go. The globe is spinning, light transforms From pink to purple-blue, And hazy stars come out to shine And represent what's true. Like sad goodbyes and wounded hearts To leave both south and north, All changing things, and time as well As sand, it must go forth. Though far away, in distant lands Lay pieces of our heart, We meet again, paths reconvene Our friendships can restart. The sun, those dead, and God above, Will rise again, we learn. And then, and only then, we find The sands of time return.