Sunset

The quiet sunset , lures away
my worries,  my fatigue and cares
which blend with dusk at end of day.
My thoughts, disturbed, they run like hares.

My worries, my fatigue and cares
for hours linger with the clouds.
My thoughts, disturbed, they run like hares.
and  dreams now fade and speak aloud.

For hours linger with the clouds
behind which sits the blaze of sun .
and  dreams now fade and speak aloud
His mighty work of day is done.

Behind which sits the blaze of sun
It seems to kiss the stride of night.
His mighty work of day is done.
The chime of church bell , tells it's eight.

It seems to kiss the stride of night.
The day still lingers until late.
The chime of church bell tells it's eight
as night sweeps in , a mild sedate.

Agatha Lai