Changing Sunsets
Mason Yates
The sunset glows in a dismal show
Tints the azure sky a destructive shade of orange,
Reminds thee of atomic bombs bursting in the far
A colorful explosion brighter than a shooting star.
The past creates this horror of beauty,
Childhood dreams: a reminder of its once beloved sight,
Fugue states of brittle memory and vulgar times
More real than a realistic display of paradigms.
Let the past go, set yourself free
Destroy the inner thoughts and the cataclysmic war raging inside,
Staring at the sunset, trying to admire
Brutal concepts of the mind refusing to ceasefire.
Months come and go without converting
A year of sorrowful day endings chisel the future,
She appears, golden-haired and bright, out of the blue
A constructed future springs ahead with hope of something new.
Changing sunsets rewire the brain
Disarming the delicate bomb the mind has become,
The girl adds a natural beauty to the immense light
Invading the darkness of the night with her daylight.
The dying sun kisses her skin before it leaves the world,
Painful memories fade from mind,
Sunsets glow, gifting a monumental beauty for the eye
But deep inside, she is more beautiful than the sky.