The sunset hour

The sunset hour
of soul searching
of looking within
of seeking the true
in the afterglow
of the holy fire,
raises no questions
needs no answers
no truth beyond its being
just there in the horizon.
out there in the blue.

The truths and lies
of our lives
play hopscotch on the sky.
Their ambiguities and
contradictions
resolve.Dissolve.
Lies ring true
when seen
from the other side. 
So many are
but truths turned
inside out
So many truths are
lies outside in.

At the sunset hour,
true lies survive
they do not die.
They need
greater courage
in the telling.
They need
character
to survive.

At the sunset hour
The moment of reckoning,
Truth is but a lie
Lies become the truth.