I do a little writing and photography every now and then. This is one of those times. Below is a poem inspired by the sunset the pictures you see here are from.
As the day expires
If all death were like the death of day,
I would not fear sliding slowly into silent darkness
painted by the beauty of life
meeting the approaching horizon with glory,
subtly changing,
as the crypt of night rises ever closer
to encapsulate all that I had been.
(c)David Burrow
20 August 2005
