A Sunset Beauty Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

Always Wanted To Watch You Set..
While Waking Up To The Gentle Sunrise
To Find You By My Side
A Sun Rise To Beauty
Dawn Right... Beside.

To Find You Again Is A Find
For The Betterment Of Two,
Myself And You.
When Two Can Act As One
To The Tune Of An Angel Song

There Are Somethings In Life
That Are Worth Staying
Alive For Love Is One...
And Two...Is Me And You...
For An Eternity

A Person Can Speak Volumes
In A Lovelorn Look
In The Eyes Of The Intended.
A Silent Glance... Eyes Locked... Souls Touch
Your Star Shines Brighter In My Eyes.

And My Eyes Never Shined Hotter.
As I Keep Watching The Skies
For Your Star To Reach Level Ground
Or to Ascend To Greater Heights
Of Eternity Bound With The Limited

Normal Is Relative
To The Love I'll Never Have.
To Experience Is A Divinity
Of All Sadness Made Numb To Touch.
And Numb To Feel

Is A Feel Of Hollowed-Empty.
A Sadness Branded In Mind
When Lack Thereof Feel
Upon Feeling The Sadness Once...
Is To Feel It Forever.

What We Had Was A Never-Happened...
And In Not Happening...
Drawn Out Emptiness To What...
We Could Have Been
And Could Have Felt

The Skies Above Held The Stars...
A Reach Of Branch
Toward The Infinite
In Your Eyes.. A Love Once Gone..
A Love Once Sadness

A Sadness Brimmed To Full Hollowed-Empty
Love Can Ignite A Flame To Shine...
Shine As Bright To Beacon
A Way Back To Beckon You Once More
As My Love Can't Beckon
Any Love What So Ever..

Its Small Spark Is Diminutive
To Warm A Heart So Cold To Reach
Like Branching Outward To Reach The Skies
Oncoming Wintry Moon... A Heart In Dormant
To Reach The Comfort Of Your Touch

A Touch Never To Come...
For Two Eyes That Shine
Out Like Roman Candles....
Shined Out To Melt Bright And Fast
Is The Love That Could Have...

If These Branches Of Arms...
Could Reach Out To Touch the Stars
A Love Once Had And Lost...
Is A Love No More Brighter Than A Roman Candle..
Fast To Bright To Flash Out Fast

What's Left... Is A Burnt Out Wick
In The Midst Of Melted Wax...
That Shines No More... But Love Is Eternal...
And Can Immaculately Reignite At A Moments Whim.
A Moment's Whim... A Moment's Love.