Like a blob of orange ink,
the sun dissolves into the bluish sky.
The falling action of a writer’s dramatic arc;
an epilogue to the long summer day.
A sunset to my emotional euphoria,
a denouement to life’s play.
Strands of the plot are now drawing together;
untangling the mysteries of my day.
“Goodbye”- with a whisper, the sun fades away.
and I close my eyes to an enchanting night.