Snowy the Geek

Horizon Love

If I could see a broken love,
I’d climb atop a hill,
And watch the red-orange fire
Break on the world’s edge.

If I could write that time,
I’d not portray,
The palette of the sleeping sun,
But rather,
The moment of indecision,
As he gently rests his head upon the earth.
I’d enhance the last dying ray,
Piercing my hand-shaded eyes.

If I should paint that sound,
I’d forget the shrills and calls
Given by two distant, silhouettes
Chasing across the sky.
Instead of beating wings,
I’d display honks and shrieks
Of passing geese.

If I created a portrait of Love,
Balanced so delicately upon the horizon,
I’d include my own image,
Edging forward in my seat,
Viewing my first sunset,
Anxious to the outcome.
Wary of the finish.