The sunset that your heart regrets

The clouds all strung
In crimson thread
And gold leaf dappled grey

A faithless man
On streets unknown
Watched shadows cast out day.

His head he bowed,
His coat drew in–
An empty gesture thus

For cold winds blew
And bitter grew
The gathering winter dusk.

Anon a whisper
In his ear
To lift dark Spirits nigh,

“Cast thee a glance
Towards western hills
And you shall see a sight–

A master piece
Your master paints
To fill your weary soul.”

But faithless man
Remembered not
The whispers of his home.

Black ravens called
To close the day,
The unknown street wound on,

And burdened traveler
Each foot lay
His head bent toward the dawn.