This is different, dear Anwen @anwenbaumeister, more sensual and wilder, somehow. It's good to be surprised... keeps (this) reader on their toes. Here's what the sunset said to me:

Start, again

Sunset is a gentle master to all that are stricken
patiently, teaching us how to melt a bruise away
Watch how, with a silver whisk, that cracked egg
of a setting sun is majestically stirred, and put to rest.

Violent violet, pining pink, and yelling yellow
all agitated, then muted, their differences reconciled
until all that remains is a faint tattoo of quiet hurt
pearlescent wisps of smoke from a sighing flame

that night stealthily smothers and hushes away.