Sunsets

The wind is whispering to the seas
As the moon clouds the sun
The colors are surfacing
Patterns of early gray

Can I say I am waiting?
No, I am leaving as the wind
I never stay in the same place
I am always running...

The sun wakes the moring birds
As they sing a harmony of tunes
I'm listening as I float away
Moving Once again

Each place I am visiting
I shall give them the gift
Of my colors as they paint the skys
With vibrant colors of reds and golds

The moon moves where I layed
Resting when I slept
Kissing me as I sink into the oceans
And dip into the seas

My colors fly all around me
And soon I leave again
With my colors
As I begin my journey again
And set another...Sunset.