Irish Sunset

The sun sinking with the darkest shadow of day 
Concentrating on the celtic beauty in the western sky. 
The dying memories of the day 
In myriad shades of crimson shy. 
Before the darkness peer and the rising of the moon 
The glorious amber of the burning sky, 
Luck of the Irish, cry of the loon, 
The spring's clover by and by 
As St Paddy views to deplore 
The ending of the spectacle nevermore. 
One who mastered his life's late December 
In peaceful serenity and moments to remember. 
The ending of the day and its magical surprise 
Glowing deep into our Saint's mind and eyes, 
Burst the sun's prominent story 
And sets the western sky in luminous glory.