~Sunday, October 17, 2004

Crimson globe, now slowly sinking;
an evening sunset is beginning.
Ocean tide is fast approaching--
a shooting star falls into the horizon, like a tear into
the sky. Quietly he sits in solemn solitude;
lonely existance known only to you.

Existence quiet; unassuming
as his crimson hair fights with the wind.
Solitude is his only lover as
a sunset turns a golden hue.
A salty tear mixes,
becoming one with the salty tide.

Waves of the tide, slowly increasing;
existence now is fleeting.
A washed-up pebble is like a tear on the sand as
soft crimson blushes rise into his cheeks.
Eyes closely guarded as the sunset ends;
solitude is as black as the sky.

One he sat, not in bleakest solitude--
you sat together as the tide rushed in;
sunset beginnings becoming sunrise endings.
The only existence between you and him--
blushing as crimson as the early sunrise, a
tear of joy falling onto his smile.

Tear of joy, now a tear of pain;
mourning in solitude, he sees you not again.
Crimson rose petals flow
into the tide;
existence disappearing into rising water.
A sunset past, he remembers.

Sunset ended, sunrise beginning as a
tear trickles down his ashen face--
existence now is with its brothers.
He sits in solitude on the sand;
you gaze upon him, hovering above the tide waters;
lips azure, no longer crimson.

Crimson lips at sunset once joined--
Tear and tide now are combined as he
mourns in an existence of solitude at the sunrise.