The moon retreats with a silver sigh,
As amber spills across the morning sky.
A strange reflection of the day just done,
The ghost of sunset meets the rising sun.
The lavender clouds of the evening past,
Are caught in the light that the heavens cast.
The cooling shadows of the starry deep,
Are waking now from their velvet sleep.
Is it a goodbye or a brand new breath?
A golden life or a colorful death?
The streaks of crimson and the violet hue,
Are painting the old world into the new.
The dew on the grass is a frozen tear,
From a night that's gone, yet feels so near.
The orange fire that burned in the west,
Now stirs in the east from its quiet rest.
The circle of light is a seamless ring,
Where the winter's end meets the start of spring.
For every sunset that we watch depart,
A sunrise is waiting within the heart.