Baja to Seattle,
a band of orange-red light
stretched across
the extended horizon
outside my window
as the sky above became night.
The sun seemed to
ignite the base of
occasional clouds until
they burned red
as if the mists were
sleeping on an king-sized
bed of hot coals.
Reflected by a restless ocean,
the sky formed a rainbow of
blues from black to almost white.
Starlight, star bright,
the first star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I wish tonight.
Even though the first star I saw
in the near blackness was
likely the planet Venus and
even though I was a grown-up,
I made a wish.
I wished that our fertile Earth
would always paint
such wonderful sunsets.
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| Sunset from the level of the Pacific Ocean by Jeter Skeet |
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