Orange

They were flames
Licking the sky
Flames of burning passion
And agony.
The vast sense of awe
At its beauty
Drew bitterness
At one's throat.
The burning serenity
Of restless flames
Against perfect tranquility.

It signaled the death
of day
But announced the birth
of night;
Where end met beginning
In this circle of life.
Where parting
Gives way to reunion
And vast emptiness
Receives fulfillment.

It lighted a soft shadow
Of a time gone by
Leaving glimpses of sweet memories
Shimmering against the sky
Scratching tender sores of pain;
Muffling a feeble cry.
The agony of nostalgia,
The wonderment if one can survive
A torturous sense of longing
Which one cannot deny.

The wish of a certain presence,
Of one to share
This passing moment,
Glided down the cheek
Into the glimmering river,
Carrying it off
To find its answer.
And it will convey its message
To a distant universe:

"I come from a far-off place.
I have seen a brilliant flame.
It will be put to rest
By the placid
waters of the night.
But worry you shall not
For it can never die
And by morn it shall rekindle
As the sole necessity of life
And when day settles to night,
The shining sun
Will fade once again
Into a sea of brilliant orange."