while watching the sun set

i see you sun
i see you descending
i climb higher and higher following the moon,
ancient and stark in its fullness against the night sky
higher and higher
and you unfold before me like a secret
you are falling
descending
your great light
spreads across the tops of the mountains
a last burning exhale,
thrown into the air with boldness,
making them glow as if they are ablaze
and yet this burning is so peaceful
i find myself wanting to be consumed by it
but also feel taken over by gentleness, becoming gentle
like these delicate, soft colors.
how softly the trees stand against the gathering darkness.
they are serene,
un-wanting, accepting exactly where they are.
they softly sway.
they ask for nothing
and how could they?
they sit here at the top of this mountain,
they watch you descend
they watch you burn the mountains and the hills on your way down
why would they ask for anything more?
what more could they get?
i wish i were a tree and
content with my view.


you are breathtaking.
you steal my breath
and my words.
and i am grateful to finally be wordless

grateful
to be wordless while i watch you descend.


it is never final.
it is reoccurring, and your ascent
is just as breathtaking
and your consistency is comforting.