In that moment,
just before the sun settles
beneath the sea and when
the sky is ablaze with riches.
I wonder if night will capture
these colours. If gold and grey
slip away or stay to lift the dark,
if the waves will still spill over the sand.
If foam will flatten rock. I try
to memorise each salty drop, each
backlit cloud, each moment,
to flourish them forward.
Flush them through my dreams,
to let them seep their song
deep into my soul. I realise
that there will be other sunsets.
I will want to remember. But
this is one I will not forget.
Karen Sweet
Karen Sweet