sunset sonnet

I sit beside the chapel on the hill,
I listen, but the bird has no remark.
The sunset, then, commits my soul to fill,
I watch the colors fade, and soon grow dark.
But even in the black i do not rise,
instead withdraw within my winter coat;
I let the phase of night adjust my eyes
and feel emotion crowding in my throat.
I listen to the sunset every night,
it shows my heart there is familiar change,
and as my eyes adjust to fading light,
perhaps my grief will also rearrange.

    My lesson is a hope to rescue me,
    Like driftwood makes a buoy in the sea.