sunset

You're whimsical
You're a warrior
You're winding down
like wine's ending.

What we've renewed is rusting, in gold, ever-ending,
-- can we amend it, perhaps extend its stay?

If I could cry tears of fire,
I'd ignite us again,
and enlighten our sun to not set at sunset
because that is the end before daybreak.

-- from November 2010