I watch (the sunset)

When it all hurts 
I watch the sunset,
I hear it tell me there is still beauty.
I see it gleaming
The sweet strawberry red
That stains the sky like red staining our fingertips
Leaving behind wisps of orange
Streaked along the horizon
Giving the sun a wide berth
Leaving instead the pale yellows
Like juice running down from the sun,
Streaks of golden and pale white
Blended like a watercolor painting,
Vibrant as a array of fruits,
A still life
Too beautiful to be real;
Yet it is.

I watch the clouds,
a pale pink
The color for all the little children
Who learn to imagine
From the pink in the clouds,
wispy like cotton candy
Drawn across the sky with a careless hand
Drawing abstract lines
Swirling across the horizon 
Like strands of thread.
I watch the sky beneath it all
Hiding behind the vibrancy
A velvet, moonless blue
Like deep water in twilight
Never ending, yet it seems
Almost
As if we can see it all.

I watch for the green flash
The point when the sun falls behind the horizon
Like a shooting star petering out
It’s there, then gone
And you can’t pinpoint the moment it left.
The green is pale like a lime juice
Almost see through,
But it tints the world behind green
An explosion just on the horizon
A rare, yet beautiful sight
A finishing touch to this sunset
To this life
As beautiful as a still one,
set up with care, 
each color complementing the last,
Like each object in the world was placed by the gods,
Or the creators
Or whatever you believe in
To so perfectly align
Each sight in harmony
With the last.
I watch the sunset
And it reminds me of all that is beautiful
That there is still beauty
And that it is there for us all to see.