Miscellanea

Can't be hers

I stare at wine-stained clouds and lavender skies 

Right before the golden light

And I look at the majesty of the colors

Colliding like a kaleidoscope

Crashing and tormented over the inevitable darkness

It has been a comforting way to look at the skies

Capturing the moments right before it gets swooped away

Capturing the last light before the dusk

And I wonder how many colors are lost in the seas

And how many whispers are lost in the waves

I wonder how turquoise waters get lost in the fire of the sky

Forgetting its own beauty 

Enduring the change that can't be hers

A borrowed moment 

Repeating its daily course