Poetry Lovers: A Scene at Sunset

 

A Scene at Sunset

By Bernard Demaere

 

The Sun, I couldn’t see,

Was behind the mountains.

The dark silhouettes were cutting.

The sky was still blue like the sea.

But over yonder were clouds of rain.

 

The shining Sun was confounding,

Left a glance on clouds already pink.

Floating high above, they overlooked,

That scene and that’s all it took,

And that was the miracle, just like a painting.

This was the ending.