There’s something about 
where you stand
against a setting sun
when you watch it set. 
These last 15 minutes 
are the most important 
the colors deepen
crawl across our skin
a professional highlight
applied by the Gods. 
Sunset Control. 
The sky is on fire
getting all stretched distorted
the clouds bleed
here on the coastal bluff
I guess we’re the lucky ones
always the last to see her
say her dramatic goodbye. 
Even on this winter night
her rays try and warm us
everyone stops and gathers
to watch the orb drop. 
Only these last few minutes
is it safe to stare 
it’s not so dangerous anymore. 
We remove our sunglasses 
and sink into each other.  
Shadows draw on the ground
like long crawling fingers. 
I can only imagine
how pretty we must look
from that crisp horizon. 
With every ounce in her
the sky reflects one last show,
she fights her surrender
fighting the downward pull. 
We’ll wait through the night
come morning 
she’ll come storming right back
with the most amazing sunrise. 
Beauty squarely rests 
on her brilliant shoulders.