Jul 2
Sunsets are transitory,
They give way to night
We fear the dark because hereditarily
Our eyes are not adjusted to the absence of light.
So we hold our loved ones tighter,
The last rays streaking our silhouettes.
Whether the backdrop is the ocean,
Mountains, countryside, cities or sky,
We rush to chase these settings -
Watching the sun fall over the horizon
is a reminder
That everything is fleeting.
Everything wilts and decays.
We watch the sun set so often,
For as long as we can keep our eyes open,
Burning our retinas,
Because we want to marvel,
Attempt to capture all the light before it fades.
A testament to bearing witness and losing
Rather than never having seen at all.
They give way to night
We fear the dark because hereditarily
Our eyes are not adjusted to the absence of light.
So we hold our loved ones tighter,
The last rays streaking our silhouettes.
Whether the backdrop is the ocean,
Mountains, countryside, cities or sky,
We rush to chase these settings -
Watching the sun fall over the horizon
is a reminder
That everything is fleeting.
Everything wilts and decays.
We watch the sun set so often,
For as long as we can keep our eyes open,
Burning our retinas,
Because we want to marvel,
Attempt to capture all the light before it fades.
A testament to bearing witness and losing
Rather than never having seen at all.
Prompt was describe a sunset without any colors. Basically tried to describe what people feel when they look at a sunset and why they do, rather than what they’re seeing. So challenging to not use golden. It would be even harder to describe it to someone who has never seen anything so not using references like sky or light or silhouette…
