Ode to the Sunset

Sunset,
You show forth yourself as your sun sets.
Throwing out your vivid, supple,
Hands of orange and maroon.
Only to be see, for but a fleeting moment,
To then vanish behind the curve of the
Horizon until the next day ends.
And why?
Must you celebrate your mates death?
Or are you rejoicing for whence you
Will meet again?
Are you giving life to death?
My heart is drowned in envy at
Your happiness, at your willingness
To let go and come forth to us
As a painters stroke.
But. Also I feel sorrow,
For you are blind, and only as deep
As the soft pink which borders the
Clouds at the end of your days presence.