‘Behind the Sunset’ is a poem inspired by a wonderful friend who left this life too soon. It first appeared on my blog here:
Behind the Sunset
The sun’s slow burn singes the edge of the darkness
And the radiant blaze salutes as you pass behind the sunset
Where your journey begins. But it’s ended for me
As the fire burns out and the sky turns to lead.
A sky full of colours but I’m always in dark as
a day, another then another day passes with affront of brilliant end,
and mistaken symmetry. Why didn’t earth’s axis tilt
When you reached the other side behind the sunset?
Red light sears through cloud; red heat burns the gloom
and my cold heart’s thawed by bright fire. And burning
behind the sunset the fire’s welcome glow lights the dark
where you watch in its warmth. And you wait.
© Red Nomad OZ
Dedicated to all those who didn’t get to see enough sunsets AND those who are left behind, each line in the poem is matched to a sunset and represents the journey from loss and grief after the death of a loved one.
All profits to Cancer Research.