Body of Water during Golden Hour

Between dreams and nostalgia

amidst clouds of twilight dust

a moment is born  

a union is restored.

Synchronous symphonies clash

to orchestrate a perfect silence.

Perfunctory motions choreographed

to orderly disorder illusions and reality.


In response to Free Verse Revolution’s Writing Prompt,

Recently I witnessed the perfect sunset. I don’t know if it was because I was quite (mentally) enough or thirsty (in need) enough to capture, either way, I had to pen it to remember the feelings.