The
impossible moment
between
day and night
the
eminently possible
of
love and other demons
sunsets
are for romance
and
heartbreak
disappearing
from accusing eye
and
appearing in heartness
of
the beloved
it’s
the silhouette
bearing
kiss and gamble
risk
and conviction
rippling
in color and water
cascading
from cloud and fire
the
palm oil of wick-end days
burning
into heart
the
brands of sorrow
and
bliss
in
immemorial union;
makers
of our final memories
of
lucid insanity.
[Inspired by the photography of Rukshan Abeywansha]
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