Sunset

The sea and the sky
spread into a single faint light.
There is pink,
there is yellowed light,
there is blue.
The coolness of dawn,
the thin heat of midday,
the sinking light of dusk
are all there together.
As a single ink
holds many shades,
within one faint color
the time of a whole day seeps in.
Many colors
have grown quiet inside one light.
Fullness
does not come only from many things.
When many times remain together
within one faint light,
only then does depth begin.
Where the day draws to a close,
the whole day
quietly gathers.