as i wait in traffic i look out on dusty skies and see glimpses of glory
beautiful glory, like the success of an entire day

and i take deep breaths and ponder
why is it so beautiful, why now

why do you look like memories
why do i want to scream out the name of my beloved and the names of grace
in the middle of the highway

it is more truthful than church
more insightful than universities
more relaxing than people stepping on you
tons more relaxing

but i look back now
as i light a cigarette at 5 pm
and i look above me

streaks of orange cirrus on a blue to ultramarine gradient
a waning moon and a waxing sun
peppered with nimbus

it is not as marvelous as memory

oh, i really do want to scream out your name

you and me together had our moment
where we just stared at the sunset sky

in the old times, days with no nicotine

and i told you
i love you the same way i love this epiphany
golden hour had passed but now this screams out prettier than any gemstone

the allure of heaven enticing mortal men
with nothing but a painting on the somber skies
enticed me same as your face and voice
and a smile worth every stellar

it brings me the smallest of sanity
calm waves on the sea of thought

memories of sunsets
of days worth living