11/8

I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing, 
to watch the sun set, blazing. 

As evening blues go gray,
leaving clouds in hues still amazing,
I come to the end of the day
in search of solace, gazing.

I come allowing this drama to convey
a soul beyond woes, appraising       
the day’s regrets, long past chasing,
I come to the end of the day.
In search of solace, gazing,
to watch the sun set, blazing.