Sunsets

A little death in life.
The beauty of a glorious end.
The finality of strife
And allowance to mend.
A reminder I am just a man,
For the awe of this sight, I will miss.
I will hold onto it as long as I can,
Like that one last kiss,
Before the goodnight.
Those sweet lips tasted,
Kissed on the eyes by this light.
Stay with me, my beloved.
For I already mourn the loss of this sight.