A different sunset each time
Maybe it's in September That the sun sets differently on the same sky. It was in the way the rays filled the pockets in the clouds Some blazed to visual perfection Some added to serenity, while others shied away from the limelight. The month tolled to new chimes They tolled like they did in churches Seeking attention Yearning Alas for the tranquillity only found in the heavens. Peace beckons as an ardent desire to walk again with a song in your heart with nothing to weigh you down like the fear to survive another day Reining in uncertainty. For what can become of man when peace is compromised? They forget that once a petal bloomed gently, opening to a clear sky, or the hours the maple turned colour to fill a sidewalk's bleak facade, an unparalleled attraction in a world that has the misfortune of discarding nature so carelessly. A burning streak of flame sought my eye as I stood against the window A lonesome figure, a private vision The sunset Yet, so different Visions are f...