Sunset

My shoulder's aching
My spirit's breaking
All that's for the taking
Is waking to a sunset
Halfway complete
Is everything (I see)
Almost dead
Expelling the last
Of faintly perfumed breath
As tattered boots lay silently
Tilting forward with knees falling
Towards red rocks
Love crashes into hard earth
The lights of this tower
Dimmed by eyelids
Have now been extinguished
Truth and deception pours forth
From the height of its depth

Fluttering eyelids introduce the end
Rise
Fall
For this must be hell
Where else could contain a black so vile
So deep, so pure
The cold is felt where fire ought inhabit
The wind tugs that which brimstone ought to sear
Rise, fall
Turn
White
Is this heat so intense that it waxed me cold
Is death so deceiving that it teases me so
What is this ball of white in the centre of an ashened valley

The moon cleanses
The wind cools
The soul and it's body arises
Unified they stand at the beginning of the end
At the end of the beginning
Turning
Sturdy feet rise and fall

Nature is thy friend
God is thy guide
At the setting of every sun
A moon rises in absolute splendour

(c) Shaziane