The sun blazes on the west.
Burning it's image on eyes.
Setting into the horizon.
Not willing to let night come.
Fading into the ground of earth.
Setting a fire on the horizon.
With the last tendrils of light
"Time to rest" it seems to say.
Weary traveler lay down your head.
Wait til the morning light touches you.
God be in your sleep and dreams.
Keep close, stay safe, be near
To the heart of the fire of night.
The time to heal and renew.
So we may start life again.
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