Where are the days spent chasing the sun?
Tantalising afternoons kissed by the twilight hour,
Hurried footsteps towards unreachable horizons.
Where impish shadows follow closely behind .
What were we searching for?
An ancient land cast amid day and night?
Some sacred wisdom held in a golden ray of light?
O guiding light, O unconquerable Sun.
We chase to witness your inevitable demise,
And in your last hour, shake hands with the Divine,
To experience the sky; a canvas strewn with colours.
We fail to catch, thus embrace your tender light,
But why forsake this evening and each night?
The hour has all but closed O Dying Star,
Enveloping us in darkness, yet we take comfort,
Smiling at the silvery stars, your distant cousins.
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