Sunset

The sun has set and is almost down

The trees have hidden his golden crown

Is the moon upon its way

As the night chases off the day?

Is the Queen at her post

Guiding men as she leads forth starry host?

The jewel glistens behind my head

A silver sphere that watches over nature’s bed

Radiant reflection of the King’s fiery throne

She has the hue of gossamer and bone

But her beauty lives in a different manner

She is, to me, the Father’s tender banner

Hung amid the stars to shine as a mirror

To make dreams alive and vision clearer

Is the moon eluding the morning sun

As the lady her last promenade spun?

Does the regal woman peer

Upon her Father’s subjects whom He holds dear?

Down she goes before first light and feeble ray

Over the hem of the horizon can boldly stray

Hiding her face to keep her blessings hid

She is a gift only evening can truly bid

Is the moon holding her procession in the dark

As a lamp to the blind and midnight’s silent lark?

Is the lady of the eve

Awakening to give tired workmen their reprieve?

The sun has set and settled behind the earth’s cold crust

To allow his lady to grace the heavens above this sapphire ball of dust.