Sunset fire

 

Intoxicated.

Drunkenly stumbling

through the thoughts

in my head,

not drunk on booze,

but on smiles instead.

I wade through

wishy washy dreams,

try to find the ones

that are vivid and green.

The ones that

paint a picture perfect field

in an idyllic countryside scene.

I fall on my back

and watch the sky,

the clouds stare back.

 

I amble aimlessly

like a stray leaf on the breeze,

a stream I pass

as I ramble through the grass,

thick and tall. Wistfully enthralled.

I shrug off the weight

from my shoulder blades,

the clouds that press down on me

like choking smog, I wave it away.

Now clear eyed, I smile a dream filled sigh,

as I feel light as a feather, like I could fly.

 

I watch sunsets golden light,

memorised by the fire burned skies.

Mesmerised by its dreamlike surprise.

The darkened burnt red, ochre tinged horizon,

I cast my eyes upon and feel warmth within,

as it sways into oceans

of the deepest

richest blues

and the moon swaggers into view,

encircled by stars and planets,

all worshiping her beauty.

 

 

 

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