Poets and Lovers

people always watch as the sun starts setting like an eye, the stars focus in sight the day’s decisions now turn to regretting with the red vanishing to a violet light the moon’s glow now casts shadows from the trees the clouds like a wave cover the stars phantom footsteps of rain heard on the leaves and lighting cuts the sky without leaving scars these twilight storms are made for lovers and sad poets of the night they sound like soldiers marching into war debating between wrong and right know that some are just softly sleeping in their bed as this rainstorm barrels down into the streams while other’s cannot stop weeping in their head wanting to be woken from their dreams as the poet writes his saddest piece in despair tears fall to the paper like the rain from above a fireplace philosopher in his old chair looking out the window as the couple makes love these twilight storms are made for lovers and sad poets of the night they sound like soldiers marching into war debating between wrong and right some search their entire lives for the one like a sailor waiting for a ship that was never there hoping their lives could somehow be undone living on the wrong side of the word unfair these twilight storms are made for lovers and sad poets of the night they sound like soldiers marching into war debating between wrong and right