I watch the sunset,
I see the sunrise;
Each radiant, always changing.
Glory shifting shades to glory.
One is newborn, glowing, growing,
Paling, golding, blooming, reaching.
The other bleeding, spilling, crowning,
Leaving, going, dipping, bolding.
In the sunset
Is someone else's sunrise.
In its setting, there's a rising.
In a living, there's a dying.
Teeter totter of horizoning balance
Of the darkness, between the light.
The curve of earth's disc
Is rolled over sun's tomb,
As it slips to the underworld.
In the temporary darkness of sun's death
Everything is turned around;
Brings a cresting, edging,
Bronzing, burning, rising
Flame of hope
From other-worldly borders beyond,
From glowing cosmos of heavenly realm.
To light our earth, our lives, our eyes,
To shred the darkness
In morning glory rips of radiance,
Heavenly color seaming, seeping
Through darkling darkness powers.
---- (One day darkness,
Sky's four corners,
Shall roll away,
And heaven's glory
Shall light the earth,
Shall fill the earth.
And we shall live
And play and run
In God's city
Of the sun.) ----
Always there, always revolving,
Always constant, always shining.
It may be dark, but sun is coming. 
This poem was inspired after meeting someone for the first time. We were talking about being morning people or night people, and whether we see the sunset or sunrise more often. And then she said a line: "My sunset is someone's else's sunrise." A simple statement that struck our circle of three so much that we all just suddenly paused to take it in. And then this poem was born a few hours later.
It took a direction I didn't fully expect (most poems do, let's be honest!), and it also took a form I didn't expect. But I couldn't wrestle with it. I let it take it twists and turns, and overall I'm fairly happy with how it birthed itself. Hope you enjoyed!
As someone with relatives on the other side of this world, my sunset truly is someone else's sunrise, which is all the more reason to love this poem. Thank you for sharing :)