Sunset

Sunset
By Tatiana Pahlen

All promises you've made for me, but failed
To lure to earth the revered loner-moon,
that shone its light, when words were dim and faint,
Firm sentiments turned numb on the abridged page,
this cleared my brain so I could sort it through,
chilling my fever showing the Milky Way.
What can I do, when the sky is no more blue
and cherished roses – our roses no longer red?

And you, my friend, relive our last sunset:
Two lonely heads together at the bay,
where upon no words were moaned or said,
We watched the waves and blithesome passersby . . .
What can I do?
You held my hand and kissed my salty hair;
It was a bittersweet good-bye.

July 23, 2001