Sunset
I sit and watch the sunset, it’s ember rays dying in the west,
painting the clouds, I'm watching the dust motes come to rest.
It’s at moments just like these I feel at peace and in rhyme,
every thing in its place and so each clock is at it’s right time.
Then emotions start to boil over then a tear I’m holding back,
so my life is not quite level, is there a something that I lack.
There is a deeper yearning, I can hear it echoing in my soul,
until I find my direction, then my life will never be quite whole.
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