Setting Sun

I sat beside a setting sun. A setting sun that said she was done.

She had been chasing the moon. But always seemed to arrive too soon.

I pointed at the stars. And showed her that’s how we all are.

Chasing something that you want. A shadow is what you hunt.

-OM

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A reflection on my reflection

I saw a reflection on my reflection.

A face, a hand, someone there.

No one to see my reaction.

But still I feel a stare.

I see your presence ever present.

Memories of what came to be.

A simple moment made present.

Were we meant to be.

Three heartbeats left from four.

And all we wanted was more.

For that four to be more.

For that we prayed and swore.

Life is made of days and now we have today.

A day I see a reflection on my reflection…

Another day I feel that linger of dismay.

Why won’t it go away.

-OM

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She

I see between the sheets.

Silhouettes of you and me.

A fine line for eyes to see.

Of movements only you and I can breathe.

We don’t even need these sheets.

The night air is safe to see.

As our bodies cling between.

And memories are made with me.

-OM

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Something

I sat upon the edge of tomorrow,

and dangled my legs into the future.

Swinging my feet into tomorrow,

I looked for some inspiration to borrow.

For something worth seeing to see.

Some inspiration left inside of me.

A sign of what the future brings.

A sign of what today really means.

-OM

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Rain and sun

I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.

-OM

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Star

I wished upon a Star.

And watched it float from afar.

Never knowing it wasn’t my star.

It already knew another’s call.

I climbed up in a tree.

Hoping for a sight to see.

All I see is other trees…

and people seeing what I want to see…

I have these crazy dreams.

Of people chasing me.

It makes no sense it seems.

Why must I always flee…

-OM

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