Tag: Sunset

The Stranger—Not of This World

He watched the golden sunset, the light in all its might.
Oh, he wanted to touch it, for it brought him delight.
It gave him hope; he smiled, rejoicing in its warmth,
And he could find the power to face the world alone.

He breathed in the silence and melodies were born
Inside his strengthened spirit, each of them taking turns
At bringing out the colours which rested deep within,
Allowing him to smile—so peaceful, so serene!

He watched as amber spears descended towards the sea,
The seagulls—melancholic, the waves—unapologetically free.
Only the golden traces which now painted the sky
Were proof of what had happened—of worlds which unify.

He closed his eyes and waited—the sound of crashing waves—
The touch of reigning moonlight caressed his peaceful face.
He smiled as he felt it—the sunlight was enough;
Walking away from freedom, he ventured in the night.

– Patricia

Chasing the Sun

We chased the autumn sun we knew,
Wishing that we could start anew.
But nightfall came, gone was the light;
Hard as we’d tried, we’d lost the fight.

We wanted warmth, unending love,
Yet there we were; the pure dove
Had turned into a raven—dark,
With claws we could not disregard.

It was the sunset of our bliss,
Not just a passing, short eclipse.
Our youth—no more, our strength—long gone,
Only the wind would hear our cries.

We’d had it all—or so it seemed;
The strength, the beauty, youth—all myths.
Our souls were all that we still had,
But soon enough: absorbed by dark.

We chased our final ray of hope,
As it was all we’d ever sought.
We thought we’d grasp just one more day,
Yet there we were: no more than clay.

We stopped in place and looked around,
Thus, understanding we were bound
To reach this day: our end had come.
In pilgrim winds, we came undone…

– Patricia

Skies of Hope

Rays of burning gold descend:
One more day comes to an end.
Warming amber paints the sky
And the clouds are beautified.

Magic trails are left behind,
Seemingly endless and white,
As the airplanes fade away;
A new border: night and day.

Forests turn to fiery black,
As the light turns into dark,
As the valleys—once alive—
Become still and renounce light.

Golden daylight disappears
Behind distant, empty hills;
Fireflies now take its place
And the veil of darkness face.

Rays of burning gold descend:
One more day comes to an end.
Warming amber paints the sky
As I hear the lullaby.

Sacred whispers touch my ears
And I stop in place to hear.
Soothing song surrounds my soul
And embraces me as whole.

– Patricia

Up There

I step out in the winter cold,
As sunset skies above unfold.
I freeze in place, just mesmerized,
While dreams and truth are unified.

I wish to touch the silver lines,
To kiss the clouds a thousand times,
Their peachy pink, their passing grey,
To rise above and fly away.

I’ve dreamt of worlds where I am free,
Where wishes find reality,
Where I can fly all by myself,
Forgetting people, time or death.

A sky like this, a different world,
Timeless and never knowing mold,
Where I can be and simply love
An endless sky, forever born.

And I stand still, a silhouette
Of thoughts and dreams and no regrets.
My mind is free, I touch the sky,
Horizon, light all unify.

My frozen feet still touch the ground,
But I’m up there, among the clouds;
A dreamy state, my paradise,
Surreal bliss in gleaming eyes.

– Patricia