Sunset Glare

A fresco perfect stereotype, this slanted tabletop,
A cold but melting bit of ice that sings ‘forget me not’.
A sunset glare upon the wall, the red the sky provokes,
The stars they may forget their place, but they shine just as their told.

A girl i met, the tears the sweat, the way her eyes survey,
A lure of pure sweet honey cure to let her save the day.
And even though I struggle lo’ I strive for her to hear,
The whispers of my soul project the beat, my heart, is here.

A coat of freshly painted dust that blankets the window sil,
The breeze that blows from head to toe but the dust somehow stays still.
A freshly painted freckled girl, a sigh that breathes a moan,
A chilly day in the midst of may, she laughs at the sight alone.

Conflicted sounds from depths abound, the ears of babe’s may bleed,
But on her toes, the record goes, she left to be with me.
To move upon a chance, it seems, is folly but is wise
When love conforms to no sojourns to leave that girl behind.

So call upon a fickled fate that stinks of fumes of lore,
And leave behind the tears of doubt that pained your heart before.
For all shall hear, but some shall not, and some shall never know,
The sunset glare upon the wall, the red the sky to glow.

~ by blueskysurrender on March 7, 2007.