My heart loathes the pain it feels.
The brokeness is so very real.
Silence is better said than done;
I speak with gestures rather than tongue.
I must forget that, which pains me so.
Or the sadness will root and grow,
And take the shape of my shattered heart,
Whose pieces have flown so far apart.
The feelings and emotions must float away,
And shall never cause my heart to pay.
My heart was slashed with a silent sword,
From which my feelings were so poured,
Unto the ground without a care.
Why did I try, why did I dare?
To invest my feelings which such ease.
And have them stomped as others please.
But the scars cover yet another.
Wound which bleeds, why do I bother?
To look for love, which was never there.
Somehow causing pain, so hard to bear.
Suddenly, depending on the way you see it, the earth began to shift. Twisting and turning the shooting star brushed passed the orbit of the lovely planet. The wondrously, luminous body enters a gravity pull and is hurled with speed beyond imagination, into the rigged surface of a heavenly body. Surrounding bodies began to change course within their routes and a spark was triggered. The space within space started to scorch, causing the likeness of a fire.
This, my friend, is an imaginative way to picture an incomprehensible sunset. To seek a deeper explanation, other than the simple rising of the sun, or its retreat beyond our horizons, is a way to explore. We don't know until we see, hear, or feel the truth to explore. The courage to imagine without sights of that which you are attempting to imagine takes a strong mind. -Elusive