Dawning Creations

Sunsets

hawks soaring happily above.

The sunset is our reminder of the perfect solitude

we can go to escape

A place where no cruel eyes can burrow into our backs

We are as invisible as the wind within the black of the night

The woods put on a private show and the light fades in and out of sight

We’re protected by our own bubble and mother nature’s cradling arms

If only we could remain, frozen; dead silent without words

It’s simplistic and full of grace within the silence

No words leave us without anxieties as we can imagine we’re thinking the same things

There are no worries in the midst of where we are going

It may sound unable to be found, in that it is as ambiguous as the skies and cosmos

No tears are to be wept in this sacred and precious bliss

The colors of the brilliant sunset dance softly upon the rock walls

And the shadows form amiable faces amongst the trees and needle-thin blades of grass

The puddles paint their own masterpieces as we walk along for hours

The time passes sluggishly for a couple of hours, during a walk that should only last but an hour.

No words can give true justice to the feelings we’re capturing

No writing can truly embrace this beauty.

It doesn’t exist in the materialistic

It fears being captured by unworthy eyes,

Whom yearn to destroy what is pure beauty

Fortunately, the ones blessed with the sight and an open and gentle heart

Can sense and be gifted true beauty; and possibly someday know the definition of the word

 There is only one.

Maybe someday… the wise and pure of heart can name that definition..