only when the sun sets

Thoughts from a micro ride at sunset.
May 24, 2010

Tell me again why the world turns pink when the sun goes down....

We wondered what would happen
if skin would melt into fire
a golden hue of yellow left
when the spark began to flicker
we scrambled into the dark
blinding light left for no one
a leaf turned orange red
falling into nothing
gasping, yet reaching, and still holding
as hands streched wide to take
as if they could reach forever
for to hold a world unlike their own
pondering for more than there could be
but always asking more than there was to give
step back from the darkness a voice resides
and yet a rustle of a branch that holds
can you see yourself in such blackness
as hands strech into flames
and a flicker falls onto my torso
i hold harder and stronger yet
the wind has taught me the light will come
my breath waits till morning
shudders of silence pierce the trees
until the piece of yellow breaks
and all the world melts once again unto me

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