HAWAIIAN SUNSET

HAWAIIAN SUNSET

Hawaiian sunset, I wait for you alone inside this cove.
You step into God’s closet and steal the choicest robe.
Will it be the gold tonight, with a smidgeon of maroon?
Will it be a blood red hue, which robe will you choose?
Pinkish gray amidst the haze of the slowly dying day,
Or purplish with a yellow streak, each one lovely and unique.
Hawaiian sunset, midst the silence, I hear you softly speak.

You tie dye my life with the brightest of lights,
Your swaying palms a backdrop to the day’s descent to night.
Black and gray and mystic, a rare and wondrous sight.

Hawaiian sunset with your cloud wisps laced with lavender,
A hula dancer swings her hips, another day falls off the calendar.
Into the night sky, a palette of colors you do infuse.
When you step inside God’s closet, which robe will you choose?
I love the way you mix the paints, like some expert color saint.

Hawaiian sunset slowly dies, streaking ‘cross the tropic skies.
Transient beauty never lasts yet it brings comfort nonetheless.
I blink at your scenes of gorgeous ink,
that you blend like an artist in some cosmic sink.

Hawaiian sunset shines in the sky like a burning, slowly dying fuse.
When you step into God’s closet, which robe will you choose?

-Bruce Potts
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