trying to get it back

Sunset

The warmth of the day seems to rush by
in what seems to be a flash of wind
just perfectly as the sun disappears.
Branches on trees highlighted,
an eye drawn to the golden glow
shimming with long dark shadows.
How the world was it’s easiest to look at,
the sun gazed upon with no remorse.
I felt the cold air run over my skin
pushing out the last debris of the sun.
I loved the moon over head,
realizing it’s there for the first time,
and how in those last daylight hours,
it looked like it had been cut in half.