sometimes there will be a sunset
different from the rest of the usual sunsets
the one that threatens us
of a darkness that does not give anymore
the hint of another day
we shiver to this idea
of an irreversible rule of evil
darkness in eternity
disorder forever
but come to think of it
that sunset cannot be true by all mean of our logic
hope sets the mold of the triumph of the good
the just and the sanity of reason
the hands of love keeps holding the light to our
freedom
from despair
we do not mind all these doomsday prophets
we keep the boat sailing
under the moon we shall hear more of the songs
of the happy angels
we have nothing to lose now
since everything is taken
what we keep is only ourselves
that promise that must take us to the other side of our
world
there they say
what is eternal is a sunrise.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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