Wanton Sunset

Wanton Sunset

Sunday sunset soft and silent, the air is brisk and still

Crescent moon alights as the flame leaps from the sun

The geese do honk a symphony and swirl in arcs with skill

The ever curious twilight hints of dreams and memories done

Oh life, what are you? And why do we fall in your chasms?

’Tis rare to impart knowledge to oneself, let alone companions

While alone and together we conspire and scheme to chase phantasms

While lonely colors mix with dusk as in mourning faded champions

We have all come for a visit, guests of earth for a time to dwell

Tomorrow is unknown, what it will be and whether it will come

For here in man’s realm is an elixir mixture of heaven and hell

For this is our vista vast and varied, rich in texture is our palatial slum

We and the world share elements and space and the beauty of moments ne’er fades

We and the world together and apart in body and mind and brain

The world devours us in gravity and atmosphere and in the mind’s mad cascades

While we long for peace and comfort and merely to be sane

To clarify and illuminate is to see and to know, yet peace lies beyond

Paths to happiness are strewn with hapless corpses and endless detours of delusion

With dormant seeds and hidden jewels through remembrance we bond

Then as our storms restless settle we can offer the hook and the friendly hand of inclusion

As we wonder and wish and prance and pout and shake our drunken fists

It has come to possess us this house of familiar custom comfort and view

Yet within and below is the warm and gentle glow of the moment’s soft mists

   which embrace and caress us always in a continuous homogenous brew

For you see there is no me and there is no you so all we do is imagine

Life is a moment and death is a moment fundamentally the same

And knowledge is illusion for we are presented to each coming moment a virgin

Rest in this through day and night I tell myself, for this beast cornered is hard to tame

May appearance and reality merge harmonious