Ephemeral Wonder

To rescue a pinch of sunset
From the ending of its days,
Not knowing where it came from,
Or why so highly praise.

There it was, on a shadow,
Waiting to rest, be strange once more.
That's all a sunset knows,
For nothing came before.

So difficult, to start an end;
Package it, wait out its death.
How to wrap this memory
When the box is all that's left?