The sun begins to set behind
Burnt umber hills,
Singeing them with fiery red,
And spreads its light
Catching domes and cupolas
Within a golden haze of flame
Silhouetted by a green-blue sky
Below the city, the sea
Lies deep turquoise.
The waves lap quietly
Towards the shore
Tangerine tinged.
The harbour is bathed
In an orange glow.
The call to prayer
Sounds from gilded minarets.
And as the faithful bow to God,
The sun begins to fall,
A blazing scarlet ball,
Dropping fast
Like fire from heaven.
Upon the now blackening sky
The moon and evening star appear.
Growing silvery strong,
They touch hills, sea and city
With luminous light.
Phosphorous tipped,
The waves roll gently in
And peaceful falls the night.
Margery Rehman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-in-muscat/
