A Sunset: Snapshot Poem

 

On the background of the whole earth

a brush stroke of blue

and a brush stroke of pink

and god revered between the two

the ground is the ground

the trees are the trees

but something about this evening is so profound.

The sun settling in the west

The moon, half dark half lit

But the sky, the sky is in its wildest

splendid and sublime 

sparrows in the centre dancing like dervishes 

Soaring In spiraling motion, seduced 

Just like I was

But I am a spectator and the sparrows are actors

And they knew how to thank god 

they knew the dance and the music by heart

Yesterday, was a very random day

Until I found myself in the presence of greatness

And the absence of decay.

The modern life of the city

painted in much less confident strokes

The colors are of ashes and smokes

If one thing I know, is that it's a pity

Those who leave the art and the artist go unnoticed 

Those who fail to look up

and those who lack apprehension

Fight with darkness

in a room fully lit up. 

brush strokes of pink and blue

and God revered between the two