the sunset is beautiful

The setting sun told a tale once more, Of a book with pages left to explore. A flower that waits, yet won’t ever bloom, And stars that shy from the night’s cold gloom. Every journey starts with an old ache, A wound that no medicine can quite break. But every sunset whispers a new hope, That the incomplete book will someday elope. A garden will flourish with those flowers in line, And stars will unite to forever shine. The pain might linger, but a new dawn will rise, Until then, with love in my eyes, "The sunset is beautiful, my only prize." ~~~~~Obivously_Me~~~~~~~~