Sunsets
When golden paint dripped from silver haze
I had let the color seep into my eyes
And I watched sunset leak away
Until inky blots obscured my
rainy puddles, reflections
of light strewn to set
heavens ablaze
As golden thread wraps onto silver chiffon
I loop my needles with stars in tandem
And sew in the night across the sky
Until knit constellations form and
Embroidered comets tails fly
Patterned planets orbit
Watching sunset die
If golden topaz wraps around silver clouds
Then maybe I could also mix my metals
And start to rain out all my doubts
Leaving quartz shine puddles
Leaving amber sunshine
And all of the jeweled
Halo hair crowns
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