SUNSET DEATH
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Sunset,
Vivid hues of blue and coral
Striking an absurd impersonation
Of psychedelic sulphur,
Trying in vain to become relit.
Then, some obscure cat
Struts in on big feet,
Becomes a lion
And roars at the sunset fog,
Quite unable to converse
With the angry impotent sunset.
It’s so sad sunsets can’t learn
To die a natural death.
They always seem to be fighting it.
There always has to be a villain
Or,
In better times,
An artist that understands.
It’s a crossword puzzle
That doesn’t quite fit reality.
TOO LATE
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Windowing into your soul
My eyes blindly guide my mind.
The journey is endless like you and I.
My recognized acquaintance,
Where have you been so long, too long?
Now as our paths cross again this side of Eden
They do not intersect as we had so carefully planned.
I don’t blame you. I am the one at fault.
I have been lost all the while you were found.
It would have been beautiful and truly inspired.
Forgive me for being late,
Too late.