Sunsets of a Broken Empire.

Sunsets and Sunrises..
One is the end of a seemingly undistinguished day ..
the other,
the start of one.

From one-
comes light.
Peaking over mountain tops..
finding it's way through valleys.
Cascading into windows
and through cracks in
white picket fences.

It brings into plain view,
everything that was ever wrong.
The brightness reveals
broken branches,
and wilted flowers.

The sunshine exposes bad hair days,
ugly sweaters, and ragged shoes..
the sunshine exposes truths
that every human, wishes to mask.

Sunsets are our masks,
bringing with them the comfort of darkness.
It burrows into every crevice,
every broken branch,
and wilted flower.

Darkness blankets the unrefined surface,
revitalizing the broken,
readying them to face yet another
undistinguished day.

super depressing

The Silent Breaking

Like a typhoon of them both,
they were mingled.
Him as her,
and her as him.

Interlaced fingers, soft hands
followed by soft kisses--
one without the other...
was like a beach without any sand.

Though the blazing typhoon has calmed
the darkened clouds remain...
and the weeping wind does blow.

It weaves through his hair-
caresses his face,
and in it's departure...
claws to hang on for just one more moment.

Whisking its way through the world,
in silence,
the mute noise has hidden cries.
The cries of silent pain overtaking the surface.

It screams the breaking of a love-
in nothing more than a whisper.
It cries the hunger of a lonely soul,
yearning for nothing more than to hear his voice.

And, it pleads for a softened heart...
while whistling it's weeping melody through the leaves.
And while the tune plays,

it prays ... pleading for the end of this silent breaking.