The soft, orange, dusky sun,
touches me with grace...
It lights up the shadows,
across my worn out face.
I close my eyes,
just feeling the gleam...
the orange blessing,
from the horizon rim.
Aura of gold, just filtering through
the tinted fleecy cloud...
falling on earth, with a shimmery hue
not so shiny, not so loud.
Heat turns to warmth,
from yellow to pink...
summoning the eve,
to get merged in sync.
Should chase my dream
which i used to think...
In a sudden whim, I just,
let it go in a blink.
Dreams are to dream,
dreams are to feel...
not to drag it down,
in real life reel.
Should be treasured with care,
in the corner of my mind...
Whenever I want, whenever I wish,
it's only for me to find.
Soft sun, golden earth,
seems different, seems a new realm...
Finally I've got, my very own
rain soaked golden sunbeam.