Taking your place at the end of the day,
doing your best to keep darkness at bay.
No matter the stress or difficult times,
You reset the mood, and heal the mind.
The colours you bring, no words can explain,
We set out to chase you again and again.
Golden hour, when it starts, the final count down,
We get to a place where there’s no-one around.
Each and every time, something new to behold,
Colours, reflections, red, orange and gold.
When you set, we watch closely, the bright citrus hue,
Then after you’re gone, shades of violet and blue.
Darkness then falls, no colour remains,
your light locked away – your beauty in chains.
Until the dawn, the escape, the breakout.
Sunrise arrives, ends night time colour drought.