Sunset: Liquid Gold
Slowly, regally, she glides across the majestic sky,
Every deliberate move leaving golden traces.
Dripping, shiny traces of sparkling liquid gold, cradled amid sheets of clouds.
Liquid gold so gentle, blanketing desert trees.
Lovingly, she caresses all she passes by;
Lingering, for she does not want to bid goodbye.
"Let me touch you just once more before I go,"
Soft golden streams fading and blurring in the distance.