Endings

The sky with the deepest blue

Alters it's hue

To the brightest orange

But no, the fireball isn't going too soon

The colour is there, having a range 

That spans from flame red to hold yellow

As if remnants of the vibrant day

They remain scattered and

Linger around like the waves at bay

Like they crash on the arched rock

That contains a hollow

And it remained as it was

As I stared at it for long

The occasional little black spots

That swam through the whites

Pink and goldens of clouds

And yet it bid adios 

After loitering for a trice

And as I checked my watch

Vanished into a pitch black

Dotted with a glitter

And added more & more

I realised it had it's time

When it has to again