The golden ball of flame
finally started to surrender to sleep for the night.
Leaving yellows,
misty blues,
and peaches for the ocean to swallow.
The ocean moving with every small wave
ever so slightly.
Different blues engulfing each other
to form different blues, darker more mysterious.
The sky separated in two different blues.
One more misty and light.
The other more mysterious and dark,
as if one represents the underworld
and the other one represents heaven.
With the street lamps starting to illuminate,
the world will never be overtaken by darkness.
Beautifully, the sun sets forever.