Let me be the sunset
All I have is the sunset
These colours and the light
Since when did I love pink and grey?
But I stare,
Do not dare to move
I lean to enter their display.
I know it will soon pass
This beauty may not form again.
This does not mean the eyes are sad or blind
With peace and love I am filled
My other life stays far behind
My tears have stopped or now run still.
I create silence to watch
My spirit flies, dances and sings
Tremendous colours iced by the Winter chill
Borne through Sussex on seagulls’ wings
Over the sea, across the beach
Warming the South Downs just beyond reach.
The pinks leave, silver appears
Oh what this does to the dark blue sea!
Colours that cannot be painted or named
Textures that shine from beyond our world
I can only look out, speak to the sky
Breathe in peace as the light looms high.
Now it is dark, I prefer to be alone
Than hear the bitterness of tone
And the complaints from you.
What can I change here in this life
To be charged with light and energy anew.
To become the sunset, happy and bright?
I want to leave you with the knowledge
Of this beauty and joy
Poetry and nature in abundant supply.
Teach you to escape at the end of each day
To calm your woes
Sunsets and rainbows,
The angels’ thrones.
Can I imagine myself the sunset
Bringing light and calm as I move?
Head up, eyes bright
Engaging, not afraid?
But soon it would smash
I will break.
Colourless tears start to fall
I am a rain cloud over the seas
I can no longer help to grow more trees
Water on water is all that I show
You were right, darling love,
I should go.
Copyright © Tracey holmes | Year Posted 2018
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