and i guess i learned
the hard way that
chasing you is like
chasing the sunset
  
i am running towards you
but when i reach out to
hold you in my hand
fingertips grasp at empty air

a master of disguise
appearing so close, but you were
distant, off in the distance giving
the horizon line goodnight kisses

you belong to the wind
the light, the sky, the stars
you belong to everything,
but you do not belong to me.

He whisked
                  me
                  up
           to the sinking sun,
and we cheerily
                called in
                the
                night.

Suchasunset,
yewshouldaseenit, if

you were free to pay attention

it or one similar is trending east
from west on a December
snow track, as the tri-layer cloud
currency whirls in time
passing by,

listen, this sunset today,
on my daughter's birthday,
may I be indulged,
aloud I laugh, I am the guy
with the jinn in a pen of liquid crystal.

ledimbyledimbyledimby
lulabylulaby la la I make my own magic

let me in,
who aart thou crying
let me in,
another I I see, who is whom
in these occurrencies past
times changames,

spin a wish into a tale with no end,
and send out you spiders to signal
see we saw you see, you saw
you know.

This sunset, trite to say, says my
mean feminine blind judge,
whispers, meaning with pathos
contend… stretch the point,
bring it to a head,

and find pathetic you

alone in a wilderness familiar
feeling
okeh, there's
another, an other, feeling, less
disconciliated,
more connected with the convergence
of Jupiter and Saturn,
beyond my sunset
in the foreground,

recall the feeling of painting with wind,
do that again.

when the sun
kisses the sea orange,
my father comes home with sawdust
caked underneath his nails.
i remember how my mother
brushes them clean
until the water becomes yellowish,
like the sun.
That night, we will tuck ourselves in.
But i'll still be left at dusks.
wishing for that very same one,
where their worries would recede,
like the orange.
Where they will not have to think
about tomorrow
too much.

tremors so troubling,
once more, and debilitating
with a promise that stays.

cold thoughts shadowing my day,
an obsession with such urgency
and a voice too tired to remain.

perhaps my dreams never came.

Shades of burnt orange and saffron
in clusters between the clouds,
the coolness of the atmosphere
brought ease to my swollen eyes
the bitterness on my tongue washed away
as if caramel was poured into the sky,
sweetness inhabited my lungs
and I uttered...

سُبْحَانَ الله