Beyond The Sunset

Beyond the sunsets In the basking dusk of the dying sun – births a beauty of rare, beyond eyes can see nor can noses inhale its aroma — fragrance of its existence Love, us — birds in the setting sun Flying over the night singing preaching love's beauty hidden since the dawn shinning over the ground — as silver perhaps diamond more precious than the night sky the stars that twinkle at night and the luminous moon. unconditional love Neither can gloom dare its bloom Nor the scorching suns claim its brightness — The morning star traces its radiance sweeter are its words & blows the candle of affectionate closeness © Mzee Mach