Some moments demand to be captured. Tonight’s sunset was one of them.
And what words could seek to rival God’s painted sky? Dickinson’s poem “The Sea of Sunset”, of course. Her verse moves me from my rooftop view all the way to the salty sea!
THE SEA OF SUNSET
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.
– Emily Dickinson