The breath of autumn dawns
upon the stagnant, sullen ground.
Quaking oh so suddenly,
and spreading whispers round.
The scent of every color
changing tone to tone.
and falling, effervescently
beneath the moon's stark bones.
The silent metamorphosis
creeps from grass to tree,
not accursed or tantalized,
but ever now so free.
They're playing tag with color,
and shedding summer shade,
caressing grass with remnants
of winded leaves as graves.
Now, as the sun decides to set,
and beckon warmth awry.
A streak of color lights the earth,
and collapses in the sky.

i feel deep sorrow for those who are
colorblind.
not because they cannot
distinguish the difference between a
red rose or white, or
a green dress and blue, but
because they cannot see
the beauty that is the sunset.
they cannot tell of the colors that
hold onto one another and
mix in perfect harmony as they
blanket the sun and let her
sleep for the night, giving way to the
glint of the moon.
they cannot see the hues that
cause lovers to become awestruck and
fall deeper in love.
but they can see shadows and light.
they can see how their girlfriend's hair
darkens her profile a tiny bit,
creating contours.
they can see how beautiful she looks when
the sunlight hits her eyes and
makes them shine a brightness in competition
with the night stars.
they can see how the light slips from her face at night and how
shadows replace the brightness.
they can see how the morning light pushes out these shadows,
making room to lighten her face
once again.
perhaps the rise and fall of the light on a woman's face
are all the sunsets a
colorblind person
ever needs.

Wish that I were the moon,
to softly kiss your sleep.
To lie, in love, beside you,
caress your slumber deep.

Wish that I were the stars,
to light your darkest night,
to hold your heart inside me,
A beacon shinning bright.

Wish that I were the sun,
to wash your every day,
to colour all your sunsets,
warmth that never goes away.

Wish that I were the wind,
to whisper breaths of love.
To send a sign off ecstasy,
enraptured from above.

Wish that I were time,
to give back what had passed,
to ask for all or nothing,
just to be with you at last.

Folks, I noticed a dyin' sunset today
It made me weep
Just like the raindrops
That hit my cheeks

{ Weasel }