- A Spectrum of Thoughts -

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sunset Blues

remnants of golden sunset –
filigreed beams of horizon frameless.
in the darkening orangey hue
i see you:
face generic, hair genetic.

your image, in a maze of haze,
just a trace in the blaze
disappearing.

ocher lines criss-cross
ions of woes and eons of lows
in this emptied beer bottle,

like my empty mind
as I gaze in daze
at the shifting shades
of the slowly emptying sun.

then light empties... into night.


- between
ions of woes and eons of lows
are amber tows.



(c) Chito L. Aguilar

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