Sunset

Watching an Eternal Autumn Sunset (by Dan Mathews)

There is damp grass underneath
Broad strokes of Red and Orange overhead
Ever fading into pale blue
against blackened pines and wilted oaks
whose most noble purpose
is now to latch onto my memory

The sun neither dips nor rises
The chilled breeze pierces
it etches it's will into me
I am translucent against the backdrop of it's
Majesty

The contours of my face
are lit with a poor reflection
that even though poor creates me again
my skin and hair, eyes and soul become
as one portrait
It is dark where I am
And so I look to the light

You unmake me
as I am caught gazing into eternity
Watching an Eternal Autumn Sunset