Sunset

When the sky is cast in golden.
When there's light upon the stair.
And our hearts begin to bolden.
Over things that are not there.
When the clouds are cast in rose.
I feel the need to speak in prose.
And when the sun shines over the plain.
Shedding golden drops of rain.
And when Mother calls us in.
From the place where we've been.
When the sky is cast in shadow.
When there's black upon the stair.
We go to sleep wondering.
About the gold that was there.