If a sunrise is a whisper,
a gentle promise
of the day that will be - 
Then sunsets are
a Jubilation! 
of the promise that was kept. 

Each morning, 
the inky darkness
is slowly invaded 
by pale yellow and pink
and just a hint of orange. 

They appear together, 
breathless and ready 
to relieve the darkness. 
A fresh, clean slate
firmly in hand.

If you look close enough,
you can just make out the writing
on the edge of the slate:
"Today can be whatever
you decide it will be."

And then we go on,
living our lives, 
making choices -
some good, 
some bad,
but none
insignificant. 

Because at the end of the day,
the bold streaks of orange
and red, and magenta
burst across the horizon,
shouting in nature's language,
"We have done it!"
Another day is complete. 

And then, 
the darkness arrives,
and the Sunset prepares,
by handing the slate over
to be cleaned once again. 

Sunrises promise to appear,
and Sunsets promise to celebrate -
it is up to us what we do
with the in-between.