Sunset Marathon

... Sometimes, we just need a place to run.

My heart is racing towards that last
   grasp of tequilla sunset.
Hues of red.. oranges brighter than
citrus in the grocery mart... greens the color of paraketes,
      all framing God's brilliant face,
And all I can do is ex---
             hale.
    Cold air, frightening, like Niagra filling my
lungs, drifting in and out of my concious
orbit, the life stream, an addiction I can't live
without.
        Without...
                 With-
                      out...
          Heads and tails stream my vision,
golden fire lights that taste pollution purely and
create such a clamour, like a vacuum, loud and
sucking out the sound of silence.
         Silence which comes when hues of red,
   brighter oranges, and parakete greens become
               the darkness of Dionysus' brew.
        Silence which leaves my heart gasping for
cold, Niagra air and me running behind it to this
            final destination.

Author's Note

Again, it's old... but I'd like reviews on it...

Reviews

[Micheal Teal]

The purity of your heart comes through in your words. This poem harnesses the power of the written word and uses it to nurture and nourish the literary spirit. It creates new perspectives and inspires imagination. It carries me on angel wings to your souls beauty. Thank you for sharing your creative self. I am humbled by the majesty of your being. Poetry at its best touches ones heart. My heart is full and for that I thank you.

Lovely Poem!

Bravo!