You are the setting sun

The fleeting warmth that gives way

To the dark night

The time of solitude

That breathes life into me

And shows the beauty of the stars

To those willing to endure the darkness

 

My setting sun, please rest

The moon has come out

To take your place

Though the moon lacks your warmth

And will never replace you

 

My setting sun, who is this moon?

I do not know.

But for the first time in a long time

….I’m cold.

 

My setting sun, where have you gone?

I love the moon, but it is at times cruel

Hiding away in the dark, behind clouds

It refuses to shine on me

 

My setting sun, did you think that I no longer needed you?

Did you think the moon could take care of me?

No, the moon is fickle

I I see its reflection in the water

Unable to ever see its true face

 

My setting sun, it is true I love flowers that bloom at night

Under the light of the moon they flourish

But I am but of flesh and blood

I neither bloom nor hold such beauty

 

My setting sun, did you forget that I also love sunflowers?

Faithful they are

They follow the sun across the sky

Brightly cheerfully

…they remind me of you

 

My setting sun, time has stopped

The sunset is all there is

There is no morning

No chirping birds or obnoxious roosters

The sunset is frozen in the sky

…..I fall asleep to it

 

In my dream the ocean shimmers in the setting sun

Bringing warmth to cold tears

The blood on my hands seems to disappear

As the sun dyes the scenery red

As if to say there is no blood,

Thus there is no guilt, no crime to speak of

 

Even then in that dream

You are my setting sun

 

When I wake it is night

The moon is shining

In that grassy field, the wind blows

My only company is the fireflies

And there beside me the space where you should be

Is empty