SunSet

at the latest hour colours
shall have a voice, a face
all fills with magic from within
to the brim, purple wine
under an orange sky

... will i remember
to rise my hand, the want
to protect, my vows
and my passion or is
there going to be ice...
once again?

all i can give is a single tear
when setting, lighting up the floor
for the last time... show swans
edges of the gorges in beauty
and warmth or...

is there more to do.. to say
for this this hour is gentle, not brute
till the last moment there is
a fool´s hope to grasp ---