Where the Sun Sets

It begins with countless whispers
I have dreamed sutley of things like these mythological creatures
Dwelling in the cusps of the forests
Where the sun sets so close to the edged horizon

You can feel it's burning ultra violet beams
So contrary of the color itself
An opposite orange glow like the painted oils of a skilled artisan

Oh, the overwhelming beauty that brings me joy
Warming my body and soul
Pulsing my skin and bones

I allow the penetration to seep through my bloodstream and course through my veins
Sending the action to release my endorphins

Joy embodies my soul
I forever capsule the moment into a chamber
That only releases the image inside the vault
In times of my struggles and chilled winters
To escape the grips of snowflakes
So fragile yet so effective on involuntary
Thoughts darker than days without light

This image only is remembered on deep inner conscious faults
Thankfully intrigued by the trigger of summer

One day the sight will be reality
And no petty snowflake could account
For the warmth of instant happiness
That strikes every dusk and dawn

Under all of your hopes and dreams
So long lived for and achieved
The sun is in your horizon
If you believe it sets for you