Sunsets from points too high to see,
Too high to fathom, points we could never reach,
Points we could never hold,
Points as fleeting as the emotion that swells as you witness,
The colors as they merge almost becoming one.
It’s like an intimate embrace you could never trace,
Nor experience yourself in that to do list you shelf.
You appreciate the things you can’t control,
We just weren’t meant to fly.
We merely pass through this realm,
I question alot, so I’ll always ask why.
I dream big, so I’ll always reach for the sky.
I open myself to all possibilities, so I’ll always cry.
I’m always in the minds and hearts of others, so I’ll never die.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016