It’s eternity,
I see
in the sunset.
Blood orange and rich vermilion
melded into one
like oils and ointments
spilt over a canvas,
transcending from flame to lavender
both a hint of day and a hint of night.

The colours fall as if candle wax,
onto my skin,
and absorb into my veins,
till minerals and blood.
I am no angel,
nor saint,
but in such moment, I am held together,
for I have the sunset
and the sheer simplicity of forever.