Sunset After the Storm

Your love is brighter than the sky of a setting sun

That comes in the calm after a summer storm.

Each hue is more complex than I can comprehend,

Together making the most inexpressible combination

Of bright, fiery orange that somehow leads to pink,

That stretches to the violet majesty reaching over us.

I face towards the east, I look straight above

And gasp, and exclaim, "it's beautiful!

Look, family, look, friends, look, husband,

Have you ever seen anything so wonderful?!"

We stand there gazing at the royal hues,

Mouths agape, eyes alighted with wonder,

When someone walks toward us, facing West.

"Look," we exclaim, "look this way, look up!"

He turns his head, his gaze open, barely looking at us but through, it felt.

"Look!" We say, "you don't want to miss it, look up!"

He blinks twice, then turns West again, continuing to walk.

"Don't waste your time on him," someone says,

"This color might leave soon, we don't want to waste it."

But I can't help it, I must turn around. The look on his face....

It was radiant, like embers in a fire that had too much fuel.

And so I turn,

And so I collapse onto my knees, and cry with wonder.

This light, this color that I had clung to and thought so beautiful...

It was only the fingertips! There it is, in front of my face --

Too bright to look at but setting the sky aflame -- the source.

Shades of every pink and orange tropical fruit, blend across the heavens,

Brighter the closer they are to the source.

It is too complex to comprehend how the hues combine together;

How deep they reach into the heavens;

How widely they stretch across the sky;

How minutely they connect to create such a beautiful sight.

I see the people who had been behind me, their faces to me,

They look so dark, I can barely see their features.

The light is so beautiful; I walk forward.

Those who know me and love me, notice my turning and try to stop me,

In this way, they end up walking with me too, seeing the same sight I do.

We pass people who are standing still, looking up, some looking down,

Some lying down, sleeping, with blankets over their eyes.

I notice as we pass, how the sides of each individual that are towards the light

Are beaming a deep reddish, orange; 

A reflection. 

I look at those with me,

They are more beautiful now than I have ever seen them, 

their faces aglow with that secret ember I saw in the man before.

We smile big when we catch each other's eyes -

The warmth and the joy we feel are uncontainable, 

we must share it with each other.

And it is a joy to do so;

we could go on like this forever.

But the others.

The dark faces, the unknowing, the sadness of seeing only the tip.

I am happy just being in the light, just sharing the feeling with others,

But I must go. 

I know deep down, I must let others know.

I can't ignore everyone who doesn't understand the beauty of it,

I must share my knowledge with them,

I have to.

Because the light is so beautiful.

Because it makes everything shine in Its realm,

It makes everything else beautiful too.