--sunset

Resplendent, like fine hued velvet,
        was the setting of the sun.
And as the orb sank,
        so  did our hearts.

Like the punctuation at the end of 
        a wandering and wonderful sentence,
The red and violet sky ended the day,
        and with it our drawn-out good-byes.

Not to see eachother for the stretch of time
        that it takes for a miracle to occur,
Or the world to end in a shower
        of glowing and dancing embers.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe never.
Only time, the wizened yet
        newborn cunnundrum that she is, can  tell.

Eyes deliberately closing, i turn my back
        on you, *my* sun, the spectrum  of unforgiving colors.
Wishing hopelessly for the gracious return
        that may or may not be mine to enjoy.

Your  closely guarded mind, always  knowing
        but almost consistently locked
Has retrieved the keys
        that it once lent to me.
and now those keys are locking away my sun
        in a barrage of camouflaging wonder.

And the sun, slipping, gliding, riding
        on a sea of incessant but short-lived splendor,
Only reinforces the idea of a shining homecoming

That  will always be only a momentary span
        of endless darkness to endure.

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