Sky in Afternoon's Fire

Sky in Afternoon's Fire

Sky in afternoon's fire
The faraway horizon gown,
With longings and desire
In sun settling crown;
Your love is there still
With promises for days,
That your dreams must fulfill
In its many turning ways.

The dusk is later on
With starry light so dim,
And all will then be gone
Like a diminishing whim;
Its dream is to be told
In the thoughts that come,
For reality grows old
Like thoughts are to some.

What causes you pain
Let not distress your being,
For such things are of vain
And not worth of seeing;
There is a catch to win
With every promises to fulfill,
Perhaps a line so thin
Or another step to a hill.