If I could invent the words to capture the sunset
I’d fill a new book every night.
But even if I could create a language to do it justice,
I could never keep up with the glorious new hues God crafts nightly —
How much less could I begin to describe the breathtaking trail
Each saline drop etches from your tear ducts to my heart?
The ending was completely unexpected, but like most poetry, it had a mind of its own.
7/5/11 ETA: Three features on something that I was completely unsure of and hesitant to submit anywhere when I first posted it…gotta love it!!