ON THE SUNSET
I’m very sad to watch
the black-red sunset,
when creeping shadows
are stronger than radiant light.
And darkness surrounds
the heart with torments,
and every sound
of deafening silence is heard.
And I reach out to the sun,
which is long gone
along the bright arch,
that closed with the night land.
I whisper then… “When it was dark
you always carried the spark
of the beaming sun
for me in your warm hand. “
©Natalia Govsha
love that line in the midst of darkness:
“you always carried the spark
of the beaming sun”
Thank you so much!!!