Sunset Symphony

This quiver of my lip, is such a gift, He shared his eyes to see his brilliant sunsets, Reflecting up from cherished memory, So many hearts a common muse away, Most things they don't ring true, but a few can pierce veneer and move to that moment, We swell and weep sublime, Visions soul, the song, the captioned paper screen, Is such a gift to give and get, Times are few that vision touches you, In that blink the doubt of God and house and heart, Flee beneath the clarity of genius, When poison catch jingle, single pornographic faint, Ficades and numbs most poignant sensation, I still love because I think of them who give to us so vividly, The sunset in their symphonies.