[POEM] Sunset on Valentine's

*Note: This poem follows a 2/14 syllable structure.

Sunset on Valentine’s

I watched

The colors array like they were refracted through prisms:

Gazed on

Red soaring high above as indigo hit the cusp of

My lens—

A hawk’s silhouette grazed the sun’s last infrared wave, which

Must have

Felt like a tsunami in that moment, a strange feeling

Of pure

Eudaimonia and disaster, Pangloss and the world:

Beauty

Scarcely presents itself like this; it usually hides

Itself

Until a lecture hall pedagogue beckons it out of

Corners

Of boundless knowledge, or rather, somebody in a dream

Presents

Some truth that slipped you some time ago, a car in your blind

Spot, or

Dust hidden behind your desk while cleaning your room, maybe

You find

A lost souvenir, muse you forgot about—these people

Are both

Equally qualified in unveiling divinity;

But it

Would have only mattered if I showed up at that sunset—

Instead,

I was locked in a self-imposed asylum, touching a

Faceless,

Anonymous body, with some hands that only contained

Warmth and

Words that become as fragile as vases in a loud house;

I thought

This was the way to scale the mountain, I was not able

To climb

By myself, I needed a body, any body, with

Me, and

The sudden realization only hit afterwards:

Never

Were they equipped with any rope. Oh, to think, how many

Visions

And pictures and gazes did I miss out on if I had

Just climbed

        Alone, with trust—what sunset would await me at the top?