Sunset SoirÃ©e

By nkronsch

With a fall wind flies change
Of leaves and lives
And a chill at the thought
of winter's rendezvous

The red and gold sunset
Punctures gray skies
In percolate tints
a desperate hue

           A thought: Am I blind?
           How can I not see
           The earthbound beauty
           Set before me?

           A thought: Am I deaf?
           How can I not hear
           The soundtrack of life
           It's harmonies clear?

But then it Dawns on me.

While She is present
All other Beauty falls dark.
All other Music falls flat.

We're young and in love
With the idea of love
Yet Infatuation's iron curtains
Blind us to the world

Impermanence is a blessing indeed.

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Published on Sunday, November 2, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I'm drunk. I hope this makes sense.

On Thursday, February 19, 2015, Nimue44 (289) wrote:

I find sooth and solace in your works, alongside a deep calm wisdom. Great structure and beautiful words.
On Friday, November 28, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

Wonderful piece! Love the symbolism and the ending is perfect - "We're young and in love With the idea of love"..."Impermanence is a blessing indeed." Boom! Ciao, T/S
A former member wrote: I like the metaphor of the seasons and love the final line brings home your message very well cheers
On Sunday, November 2, 2014, dwells (4177) wrote:

A sobering conclusion here NK and perfect sense, although admittedly few will agree. Enjoyed the seasonal theme or metaphor, before the cold wind blew at Dawn.