sunsets

As I sit here, the waves 
touching 
my feet,
a kiss 
on the skin, then a retreat;
Looking 
at the orange canvas
I recall 
how my mother
always told me 
not to click 
sunsets,
whenever I showed 
her
a sunset picture,
she would go on and on 
about how
she always believed
and felt often 
the negative energy 
that sunsets represent;

The thought 
leaves 
me wondering
as I see 
the sun 
travelling towards the horizon
towards 
it's own reflection,
first 
dipping 
its toe, only to confirm
the warmth 
it spread, 
then sliding down
completely, 
still leaving 
some light
for a world 
immersed in orangish hues,
leaving hungry
eyes 
behind, 
sparkling 
with longing and warmth;
leaving
a feeling 
of abundance 
in hearts, and still a fear
of the approaching dark 
a feeling 
of an indomitable force
a realization 
of our days 
being numbered,
the cup half full 
or maybe half empty,
yet a gratitude 
for life;