The skies have been painted with scarlet
Violet has stained the lands to the west
Azure tones flee longing for Apollo
And pink hues have opened their breasts
With indigo hues stalking their cousins
As the orange flames die the west
Where yellow embers lie smoldering
Their soft light leaving clouds caressed
On mountains, on seas, and in deserts
By countless sunsets have I been blessed
But because you share this one with me
This is the sunset that I have loved best.