I think sunset is the most dangerous time
When we all stand staring at colors in the sky
Forgetting
The sunrise to new reds, pinks, and oranges
The blue sky is forgotten
And the way the rays beat upon our skin
Harming
Our lips leaving cracks and parched tongue
Do we remember the swaying grass?
The boulders that lay along the path
Blocking
Us from the cool relief of the ocean
Our muscles burned with new adventure
The wind kissed us and we kissed back
Wishing
For a little more time and a little less
No one thinks of the birds' conversation
Their brief melodies spawned passion
Developing
Attachment or shedding what little we had
I still remember the blues of the sky
But now our shadows stretch longer
Losing
The feeling of noon's light and heat
I still feel the sandman's kiss in my eyes
The subtle and hopeful beginning
Rising
Eagerly so that I may see the sunset
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
I think sunset is the most dangerous time
When we all stand staring at colors in the sky
Forgetting
The sunrise to new reds, pinks, and oranges
The blue sky is forgotten
And the way the rays beat upon our skin
Harming
Our lips leaving cracks and parched tongue
Do we remember the swaying grass?
The boulders that lay along the path
Blocking
Us from the cool relief of the ocean
Our muscles burned with new adventure
The wind kissed us and we kissed back
Wishing
For a little more time and a little less
No one thinks of the birds' conversation
Their brief melodies spawned passion
Developing
Attachment or shedding what little we had
I still remember the blues of the sky
But now our shadows stretch longer
Losing
The feeling of noon's light and heat
I still feel the sandman's kiss in my eyes
The subtle and hopeful beginning
Rising
Eagerly so that I may see the sunset
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