15 views
the deconstruction of a sunset
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What weary hearts
poured onto meanderings,
turned into kaleidoscopic sighs
and all the filth of soot
of last season's apologies
now dances with fire,
twirling in a martini glass
engulfed by clouds of nimbus.
Does the lady wishes
to part from the man
or longs the touch
of the woman in the window?
One can never tell–
for sunsets are formless, you see
but everything about it
screams belonging
to something
anything, breathing
or just
counting days or months
on end from paper calenders
to wooden sand dials.
The commune
of longing,
bated breaths,
and surrenderance.
Do you know why
the Greek Gods envied
such a view?
Because it is a remnant of human
and it's humanity at it's best.
Why you ask?
Because everything,
ordinarily beautiful
is
beautiful infinitely
because it all ends.
That's why
when sunsets end
stars rise
in awe
and
in ovation.
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