Sunset, I Wonder About You . . .
Have you ever wondered about a sunset so simple, exact, and true?
A precision starting, and ending, on the happy in heart, and bluest of blue.
"She" silently creeps and slowly-seeps above our heads, dreads, and sleeps.
Glowing, I think some gloating, as rays of the day over and over repeats.
Have you ever stopped and considered one lone sunset, so pure, clean, and serene?
Lavishly-muted in colors so far that touches a star, as the Master plays His gasping scene.
You never speak in voices I can see. You never touch my hand with warmth I understand.
You shroud yourself, you count yourself as only a meek piece of a painter's scheme.
I have neglected you since I walked at your side
Now I live in shame, and blundering blame, and seeking a solace where I can hide.
Sorry is not enough that spans our gulf, but what does a pauper do?
He gropes, scopes, and suffers in darkness joyfully reaching for you.
Eternity, everlasting Spirit of endless wings which a million chorus will sing
Point me, lead me, and take me to my wayward heart.
I am an artist with no paint, a troubadour with no pain, seeking "her" warmth again
I run, and she smiles with countless eyes piercing the sky, leaving me cold and nearing to die
Oh, my sunset, why did act dumb? And let your enemies succumb, while I jested in laugh?
My tortured sunset, stop for a glimmer while yourself exposes us sinners
A fleeting flock underneath the rock, never seeing you eye-to eye
Punish us with life, with rays of strife that make the smallest innocence cry.
Oh, my sunset, I wonder about you. Talking to a deaf creation.
I wonder if you ever thought of me, my crippled heart, with lies and deviation?
Oh, my sunset the wind grows colder, my Maker gets bolder
And me, settling to bow at your light.
Oh, dear sunset, where will you go? What will you do? When days are dust and so is the dew.
Oh, my sunset, make me to wonder about you when life is strained from my veins
Trembling with tears, leaning on fears, leaving no trace, just a fading life's stains.
Dear sunset, I wonder about you, strong, sure, and might. Fading with sun, washed in rains.
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