Sunsets

Years they flow.

like rivers never ending

and sunsets come and go.

Some of them seen,

through a veil of tears,

some looked upon –

with brilliant smiles.

Through life I’ve walked,

so many miles,

there have been many smiles

and mellow evenings,

sung in –

as the sun slowly sank beyond the horizon.

I often wonder,

how many I have seen –

thinking back over the years.

My first sunset,

at the age of three,

was a large orange ball –

I wanted to play with.

Romantic sunsets,

when the stars of teen years,

still shone in my eyes

and there were many sighs,

over unrequited love,

with a heart so very full.

Now as time has flown,

my sunsets have mellowed

and they’re for reflecting

upon memories –

that sparkle and shine.

Sunsets when I first knew,

you were mine

and together our love –

was so sublime

Looking back over the years,

some new memories to share –

with each new sunset.

As another day drifts by,

just before the purple haze of twilight,

colors the sky,

your hand so warm

and sure in mine,

as the last rays of the sun –

disappear from sight.

The darkness,

like large, black bat wings,

cover the entire sky,

you give your kiss to me

and whisper of your love.

Something to remember,

something to treasure –

with each new orangey glow.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a dreamer, a poet and a writer. These are my passions as well as music. My hometown is NYC. I just relocated back to the U.S and am settled in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.

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