The horizon lights up-
With flares of yellow and red;
As though spilling from a fallen cup.
You stared as the sky bled,
Blazing like dying embers.
Clouds wrapped around like bandages
Whiskey splotches and strawberry swirls;
The dying sun rages.
Fading into a blue so deep-
Troubles forgotten, knots untangled,
Slipping gently into blissful sleep.
The melting dusk, the ending day
The stars spell out in the sky-
You are going to be okay.