When it's dusk and the sun is boasting its hues,
There's a gradient of pink and orange and yellow, what's missing is blue.
I think of the sunset, dinner and you,
And how some of my fantasies were almost true.

When I behold the expensive climbing daylight,
Waves as silent as the phone after I missed a ring that midnight;
I reckon my right to be at my leisure, as I am still alive,
And how I am terrified by time, and how long is this lifetime.
© loucaaedee