Sunsets

Away in the hemisphere

Of the untainted sunset

Flies the immaculate bird

Of snow.

That carried ivy in the mist

Of a flood.

She flies gracefully,

Over the sun watchers

Who gaze at skies

For beauty,

And received the glory

Of a lesson.

She flies away

In the depths of

The unnerving, unforgiving

Wind,

That pushes all

The ways of a universe

Away to more

Distant,

Enchanting

Sunsets,

No one ever sees

Until the sight seers

Realize it is too late

And then they

See nothing…

She flies away

From the canvas

Of the illustrious sky

That holds the paints

That sprays rainbows

In the mist,

And instead…

She flies

With her wings spread high

She fights

The majestic wind

And flies

Toward us…

Toward a new sunset

Of more beautiful

Masterpieces more striking

Then all the mysteries

Of landscapes,

Of a sky,

Of a universe,

We call our own

But have never held.

She is flying…

Toward her private collection

Of priceless artifacts

And to our own

Self-portraits,

Of living,

Which we know as truth.

She is soaring,

Through the burdening

Obstacles of weather

TOWARD US…

TOWARD YOU…

One sole bird,

Flying through sunsets,

With the voices

Of daring,

Steadfast on her wings,

Flying to those,

Who chose to uphold her,

In the course of beautiful

Sunsets

She found from within.

She is flying,

Through sunsets,

For only the listeners

Who want to know

The value Of the power

To fight wind.

She'll fly to them,

All,

Because we all own her,

Somewhere deep inside

The limits of what

Even

We believe to be

True,

There is a dove

Crying out for freedom,

To let them,

Let us…

Let you…

Hold our own universe

Create our own sunsets

And leave the imprints

On her wings

She'll use to fly on,

To more gazers

Who take charge

Of their portraits,

And not wait

Around,

Just gazing

At

Sunsets