(my) Sunset Poem by Enya Woid

Now I know why

you are my sunset. It’s not

because of the warm

and fuzzy feeling

that your fiery orange-

yellow streaks

bring.

Not the grace of

your melody, as you

dance hand in

hand with the

clouds, my clouds.

It’s not even the

reflection

of your being

that merges with

the sea. It’s neither

the power of your

eye-like core that

can penetrate the hidden

me.

Nor the touch of

your hands that

caresses my skin, like

the fine breeze that this

dawn tenders.



I know now why

you are

my sunset.

It’s because, no

matter how long I

try to keep you,

at the end of the day,

you will

settle on the

other side of the

world, while

I’m watching…

at the opposite

end.