People are always asking why I love sunsets so much
The different colors that shine so bright in the sky makes me so happy.
It reminds me
That no matter what I've been through,
I can always have a beautiful ending.

It is the color of love
The calmness of her hand in yours
It is the quietness
Of your empty house
It is the feeling of peace
when you down the pink Moscato
hoping it fixes your problems
Because the heat is gone
And you’re alone
It is the feeling of
Your alarm going off
Never shutting up
Always happening daily
It is a lapse in time
When you think time has stopped
When you wished
Time had stopped
And you wish you could sit there smelling the lavender flowers
And the heat making you feel
Just tired
But time continues and burst of slow
Calm winds hit you peacefully
It is the color of sadness
Because her hand is no longer there
Your bed, empty
Your pillow the endless clouds
The lavender fragment gone
Because you’ve stopped trying to imagine sunsets and how your life would be like with sight
You’ve given in
It is the color of darkness
The color of your life
But don’t fret
Because when your head hits the clouds
Our worlds are the same
For when you close your eyes
And they close theirs
Our worlds are the same
As the sunsets

What is the shape of this thing painted in clouds

we see the edges
chia'scuroed in pinks in the 25K

orange shaded in purple at 10 K

Altitudes
Layers of flowing aire we breathe

so subtle,
these non living beatifical, beautiful
quotidian
settlings
into night.