Tangled

 

The sun lay tangled in the tree,
Snared as it drifted by,
And, for a moment, its gold light
Burnished the western sky.
 
But, as she watched, it slipped away
To settle in the sea,
Until all that remained to her
Was just the memory.
 
Yet even in the dark of night,
While all the world lay blind,
The beauty of that gold sunset
Lay tangled in her mind.