The Ends of The Days

Cherish every sunset

For each goes by so fast

Treasure every sunrise

As each could be your last

Let each new day’s wonder

Filter through your eyes

And tear your heart asunder

As pink bleeds through the skies

 

Such a beautiful evening to the west…

I just couldn’t let it go unmarked, and unmentioned.

I know there will be another one tomorrow, but which of us will be here to see it?