The Setting Sun

As the sun gets down
Amongst the floating clouds
Throwing its last rays
Scattered through the trees
My life, I guess, will move on          
To the beauty of nocturnal darkness
Amongst the spikes and shines
Of Stars of the lunar sky
Reflecting the days gone by.

But this evening is special
This twilight is about me
Seeing the lights going by
And hope a for the dawn
As I swim by the night
With those stars and sights
For a new dawn’s allegory.

© Tarun Mitra