Magic sunset in Okarito

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Magic Sunset in Okarito

One day the light laid down to rest,
draped the cliffs in glowing fire,
sank low to set the trees ablaze
red rubies trembling on their twigs.

Mountains whispered their reflections,
spilling soft into the lake,
weaving magic through sunset’s breath,
entering dreams where the soul sings,
as clocks chime vibrant hues of time.

A ribbon rose above the peaks,
the color of ripened grapes,
while the sun bled velvet red,
oozing deep into the sky’s fine cracks.

My heart was stirred, tenderly touched,
as eyes drank deep the painted light,
and the night sky sang, a cello’s voice,
low, longing tones of the eternal show.

When the black curtain gently fell,
the moon danced with frayed clouds,
while stars, a thousand strong
performed a flamenco around the moon

And in my dreams,
I found a voice
unheard by waking ears,
during the calm of this night