In the pink evening gown,
wandering in the tulip fields
Recalling me of,
the pink robin, singing
on the branches of pink flowering tree
Underneath the pink and orange sunsets
Yesterday!

Let me look at the horizon
At the time sun has its farewell
& she plays guitar
I just hear her colourful voice
which paints the world of all girls & Boys!

Another sunset spans the sky
Deserting its view of shambled streets,
Fleeing the dark silhouettes and wires pierced high.
On feathered wings it fades and bids good-bye.

What a reminder is sent to us each day,
As sweeping clouds look down before dying,
That beyond this desolation, they still will stay;
No human form can stop their flying.

The eye is jarred by every scene,
In which the darkening hulks arise,
And yet are conquered by the sky, it seems;
We are left to dwell below; to guard this prize.

Who, staring aloft, would never desire,
To rise up and dwell among the splendor,
Rather than stay below in tangled squalor?
Yet we must be content with remembered fire.

(Not finished)

ive looked out my window for the thousandth time this week
i count the blades of grass
aimlessly,
boredom seeping through the cracks
of my phone screen
and when i turn my head towards the peachy sky
all muddled with dark clouds
soaking in the blue of the coming night
as the sun sets
its orange hue, so bright
it makes me feel
like im in a trance
dazed, delirious
hypnotised.

the sunset melting from
a light, lively blue to lovely lavender hues;
soft, romantic piano melodies and
sopranos harmonizing in the trees;
and quiet, happy mornings,
the sunlight tickling the leaves and then my window,
and then your eyelids, the outline of your profile,
softly rising and falling, dreaming
next to me.

if i had words for how i feel of these things;
the gentle waves of your voice like the ocean,
your arms washing over and enveloping me,
the happy crashing of your laughter with mine,
your lips like fragments of light on the water's surface;
i believe those words might be
i love you

Whole skies ablaze,set on fire
Clouds like islands,floating in a crimson sea
Smooth and sweeping,golden sand
Deserts in the sky
Twisted black,framed against this display
And Graceful birds dance high and low
This sunset becomes the greatest show!

I see our future in the spaces between each strand of your hair—
painted pastel pink and baby blue with the brush of a Madaket sunset.
The moon sits quietly in its nook of the heavens, laying stars out
like polaroids—light-year snapshots of time—on the wall around it.

Maybe it's telling, somehow,
that our window into the world around us is built of
hairline streaks of the past, golden wavelengths washing gently
upon this shore at high tide.

All that leads to this—
this moment, the past's collective wisdom
illuminating all that we mean when we touch.

All that leads to this—
the past signaling the future.
We look upon the stars, see all that they have been—

and in their light, all that we are.

In your eyes, all that we can be.