Sunset Salvation

The world is a soft and warm hue

And the mountain won’t let us look away

Its rock metamorphosing to a glowing state

Reminiscent of eons past,

And the azure sky urges our minds

Toward the infinite

As the evening light on the mountainside intensifies,

Somehow. The mountain is a lit flame,

Our innermost ecstasy

A feeling made of rock and dirt and trees

and things. In the soft shadows of the snowy incline

A faint blue vaguely imitates the sky.

This is a revelatory moment

As a beautiful order emerges.

In this way our silent mountain watches us

Watching it.

And rewards us each passing day.

Though snow and wind may batter,

It remains unchanged.

A promise? Some sort of sign

perhaps? For it guarantees the same new feelings

In meticulously infinite

repetition. Even if it only happened once,

It would be enough.

Yet here,

You can see salvation each evening.