Suns set, everyday.
How can this convey the absolute beautiful in the mundane?
Make pink glow out of the blue,
Accents added, from a plane just passing by?
The yellow day rises, until
Its constant orb lays down, again.
How can a love sustain the constant spinning?
Survive the black night or
Winter grays that threaten to dull and fade its strength?
Nobody knows, but we have to try.