The Setting Sun
You are the setting sun
The fleeting warmth that gives way
To the dark night
The time of solitude
That breathes life into me
And shows the beauty of the stars
To those willing to endure the darkness
My setting sun, please rest
The moon has come out
To take your place
Though the moon lacks your warmth
And will never replace you
My setting sun, who is this moon?
I do not know.
But for the first time in a long time
….I’m cold.
My setting sun, where have you gone?
I love the moon, but it is at times cruel
Hiding away in the dark, behind clouds
It refuses to shine on me
My setting sun, did you think that I no longer needed you?
Did you think the moon could take care of me?
No, the moon is fickle
I I see its reflection in the water
Unable to ever see its true face
My setting sun, it is true I love flowers that bloom at night
Under the light of the moon they flourish
But I am but of flesh and blood
I neither bloom nor hold such beauty
My setting sun, did you forget that I also love sunflowers?
Faithful they are
They follow the sun across the sky
Brightly cheerfully
…they remind me of you
My setting sun, time has stopped
The sunset is all there is
There is no morning
No chirping birds or obnoxious roosters
The sunset is frozen in the sky
…..I fall asleep to it
In my dream the ocean shimmers in the setting sun
Bringing warmth to cold tears
The blood on my hands seems to disappear
As the sun dyes the scenery red
As if to say there is no blood,
Thus there is no guilt, no crime to speak of
Even then in that dream
You are my setting sun
When I wake it is night
The moon is shining
In that grassy field, the wind blows
My only company is the fireflies
And there beside me the space where you should be
Is empty