Disclaimer: This piece of fiction has been written solely for the enjoyment of the readers (and its author) Disclaimer: This piece of fiction has been written solely for the enjoyment of the readers (and its author). No infringement upon copyrights has been intended. This could be anybody's poem, but in my head, this poem is Ray Vecchio's. Rating: G/Poetry ================= SUNSET by Renny Ramos   No one knows that I wait each day for the sun to sleep. I wait until I am alone. And then I run to where the grains of sand grow cool under my feet and the waves whisper soothingly to me. I wait until all lovers are back home, and the birds are back in their nests, putting their melodies to rest. There is a tall piece of rock that stands proudly along the fringes of the shore. This is where I sit everyday to watch the sky's colors turn mute. Each day, I wait for that brief moment just before the light vanishes for good. I wait for the sun to flash that streak of red across the sky. It makes me happy each time I see it. For in that moment, it's almost as if I had never left. And I could pretend I could bring things back to the way they were. I sit quietly upon this rock while the waves nip at my feet. Sometimes, I find the courage to say the words aloud. I draw the truth from my own heart, and my silent friends listen to me. Today ... I told the waves how much the sky reminded me of you. It was a brilliant red, with a flash of blue.   THE END 21 October 1999   E-mail the author: Blue_Grey_Eyes@hotmail.com