Sunset

Poetry 1 Minute

Softly the rain falls,

Eyes as gray as the sky watch quietly from behind the windshield,

The radio speaks of distant places.. a mermer of forgotten things,

But I do not hear,

Old wounds remind me of there presence, an ache as deep as the rolling thunder.

Tired… so tired… things that may never be spoken haunt my thoughts.

I go on… day after day.. hour by hour..

The sun sets, light glinting on drops of diamond on the window..

I watch the colors of the world through the crystalline breath of the storm.

Red and gold as the light dips low, the droplets turn to a splash of blood in fading twilight.

And then the peace of the muffled night washes away the madness of the day.

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Published by sirhanz

My path in writing, art, or poetry had always been one of seemingly contradictory things meshing to find balance.  Transporting a reader into the depths of their imagination or showing a glimpse of the world through my eyes. Inspireing new thoughts or shifting a readers view to a new perspective has always made me smile. Writing connects me to strangers and those I care about. I write as a creative outlet and as a way to share my thoughts.  Sometimes catharsis,  sometimes simply seeking to share or create beauty.  I openly write about my experiences as a dom and the kinks I enjoy. Sensuality and sexuality both find a home in my work and inspire me to write. I pour feelings onto the page like splashes of paint, throw them out into the world and for some reason people like them. It baffles me but I enjoy the hell out of it. I hope I can continue to inform, amuse, and inspire desire in you all. Best wishes  -SirHanz

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