In the light of a beautiful sunset

in the light of a beautiful sunset
I feel unsettled
the nerves in my feet
are ready to tap the wooden floor beneath me
I am the fog
taking over the light

the disappearing colors
the heavy eyes
and the twirled toes
cursing the lack of heat
it’s all my fault

I slowly wait
as the dusk turns
into a lit landscape of rectangular blinds
and slow pace of moving circles

I wait for you
and so do the circles
for you to come back around
and spend another night
looking at the mist
while your unsettled nerves dance
in the light of a beautiful sunset.

Gravity

I fall in love everyday.

Just a little, oh a little bit.

With new songs.
Flowers. Scents.
People.
Pieces of art.
Five minute conversations.
A sunset in my rear view mirror.
Wind blowing though her hair.
An amazing skill.
A written note.
A daydream.

What a pleasure it is.

To know gravity.

Sunset

She arrived.

a gusty wind
telling tales
of
far off.

secrets apart
for me,
page
after page.

and I could
not
help but be
mesmerized
in every human way possible.

when she was done
I arose, to set
the sun.

You are not art

You don’t have blue skies in your mind.

You don’t have shiny stars in your eyes.

Your skin isn’t golden fire burning brighter than the sun.

Your tears don’t resemble raindrops patiently trickling down the window pane on a gray rainy day.

Your hair don’t breathe flawlessly in the wind.

You don’t look like sunrise when you wake up.

Your voice isn’t a tricky musical arrangement or a beautiful symphony.

You’re not sad or beautiful enough to become poetry.

You’re not broken enough that artists would die to paint your scars on their canvas with every color they could find until they lost you in the setting sun.

You are not art.

You are just plain and dull.

That’s what most would say.

Not to me.

You are not plain and dull.

You are what art aspires to be.

You are tragically beautiful.

The Sun came down before I came

The sun came up before its time,

Shining with glory of a victorious war,

Fueling the life in nature and its rhyme,

It felt close, but vision realized it was far…

The wind broke loose,

Fell over the face,

My eyes forces to close,

Not in the disgrace,

But in the moment of burning lies,

That lay deep down inside,

I was racing towards the end of this play,

Only to realize its the heart that stays,

Till the end when you have ridden the waves,

Up and down the place you sway,

Just staying to the edge in the rough times,

Believing what’s worthy and going for its shine,

No wonder the push throws you away,

You still get on even after the shades of grey,

And when you find your way through the blue,

The Sun will be there waiting for you,

But it didn’t matter, neither your name nor fame,

The Sun came down before I came…