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The sunset from Westcliff is worrying

A burning roar above suburban homes.

I wait until it starts to fall away

Gentling to orange

 As  it melts within the dove grey clouds

Dissolved behind the street lights.

The incoming sea softens up the shoreline

And the trees, dark shadowed now,

Offset the evening tide.

Are You here somewhere

Within these shifts where nothing rests,

Nothing stays the same?

Where everything is gone before the heart

Can respond with pleasure or pain?

The sun is gone but I wait in hope

That You are there regardless of the dark.

Brian Hick September 2012

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