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,
And sentiments turned numb on the abridged page.
This pulled my stagnant mind all through,
And chilled my fever sighting the Milky Way.
What can I do, when the sky is no more blue,
And all the 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-by.

July 23, 2001

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