The Last Sunset

 

 

Standing on the edge of a gray valley

Storm clouds nearing the broken peaks,

to envelope, and eclipse this vision

 

All that remains is a last sliver of sky, west

A piercing sunset, ... reaching, calling out, drowning,

A golden droplet, encapsulating all our sadness,

of sleepwalking through the years; hoping, praying.

Nevertheless we're leaving summer behind now,

entering autumn, ... and the final winter

 

I look for them, but can't find anyone

It's getting so damned cold, so helpless.

 

But no matter what happens,

I will love them forever.

 

I hope I can wake up, and be free.

Losing them, was like having the most beautiful,

treasured part of my spirit, cleaved, wrenched out

unreachable in dimensions of time and distance

No turning back though ...

 

The sunset I behold is final

 

Eyes gleaming, leaking, I search the horizon

There's only windswept desolation, sighing,

Clouds gathering, thinning that sliver of sky

Soon it'll all be lost, in blindness

 

I wish this never happened to them, especially her

I wish I could have saved them, borne them away.

Too late now; just shattered rocks below,

and powder kicked up by the wind

 

I could never be whole again,

until everything is made new

 

By the light of these last amber rays

I remember fragments of who they were,

try to recall the sound of their laughter

when there was still plenty of sunshine,

warmth, when they were young

in spring, happy, unafraid ...

 

Before the visions we made together,

were swept away by the alluvion

 

I breath, shivering, keeping my gaze west,

unto the brilliance of this departing sunset

 

The unity is consumed by the lament of the wind

 

It won't be long, before I can see no more.