dusk
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there’s nothing like a summer evening
hair loose and feet bare
dumb grins and happy stares
the sun hits the air just so
and the world glows
I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
I can hear a rose cry
It's Time to go
I was able to get through
I'm sure I'm happy now
I was in a fog
The Sun hid behind a tree
The east consumes the Sky
Yet darkness disappears
Silhouetted trees
Line dusked beach skies,
As subtle breeze
Blows,
All is calm,
Earth sighs.
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines
dives into a burning ocean
of glorious flickers and flames:
A tree that does not make a sound,
because nothing is there to hear it splash.
Early light filters through my bedroom window,
Snaking along cream colored walls and curling long, soft fingers around
Blonde hair, heavy with the tangles of sleep.
Inhale.
Red light from our sinking star
fills the setting sky,
must it be that every night
the lovely sun must die?
Look how the clouds swirl in the sky.
A beautiful mess of orange, red, and pink.
They melt with the sun,
Leaving a bittersweet tint behind.
Brilliant purples, pinks, and blues
Blend in such amazing hues,
My breath is taken out from me
And as I stop to gaze, I see
A stallion toss his wispy mane
Then race away, ne'er seen again.
Welcome to my world...
My world will kill your fear.
This world of mine is full of love,
Yet emptiness is near.
