Blindly, i gauge the retrace
Of a path to you I once blindly paved

My eyes complain beyond the peak of my hat
In strain of what they're forbidden to concieve.

Tilting my head, my neck, the enabler, rubbers up,
Fore the sky done done its setting.

Even as its setting, the sun still shines, sublime,
Bright On the belly of the bird banking away from it.

Should i shy, and shake? Keeping my self in
Condemnation for showing to seek potentials?

My gaze is lowered. My aim to knower,
As my training forwards taming to maintain,
So as not to lust for crossing the borders,
That bring our higher selves to lowers.

What does it mean when the sun reddens
To obscure itself behind the clouds before it sets?

Your colours differ from time to time
Your saffron sunskisses, setting sky.

There's been a little light sheet of grey
Letting light amounts of lots of light in
That's light light lighting. Still bringing the bright in.

This is the tension i'm willing to bite in,
After chagrin has finished the fighting.


© Haiych