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The Sun Goes Down

Fleeting away from me in ribbons
I love the dusk--seeing everything bathed in
Grey and gold and light and shadow
I am part of everything here, part of myself
The only sounds I can hear flit to my ears:
Water choking flowing drowning the banks
My feet slapping the ground in rhythm
Birds sing, dying out with the light
And I stop at a crest
Holding my aching sides, feeling the
Delicious burning in my legs, gazing
Into the failing sun--
Then a brillian flash of
Orange and golden dreams and passion and violence
The sunset takes my breath away
So while I'm suffocating in the beauty,
I'm standing here
And I'm missing you