Sun bleached california with a southern twang
Approaches the solo man singing to the sunset as it fades
Watching the sun melt as he strums away— a slow kiss between night and day
She’ll wonder who placed this stranger in front of her gaze (she’ll wonder about him and his ways)
Words turned into song, and there’s nothing to do but dance and sing along
Molded like clay is the free words of night and day
He’ll sing about the sun
And all it’s done
Yet this yellow turns mellow
Turn around there’s the haunting blue, Competing views (daunting duality)
The pale moon appears but wait she never left
Dancing in the dark
Under the unseen stars
(Still asking the moon who hung you?)
The fire in the sky is tamed by the ocean
Drip drop flame, an underwater commotion
I’ll blink and it’s still near
And then it’ll disappear
Like you and and me, we were never here
Lonesome but not lonely
I’ll float off like that pink sky
I’m glad I said hi to this guy
I hope you come back to serenade the lonesome lonely night
Woops
Did I catch ur name?
I guess I’m the one to blame…
Most people (out here) call me dell and I hope your night was swell
It was very swell to meet you too dell
I hope crossing paths was a highlight for you as well
Reading this was so awesome, it really made me smile
Thank you for sharing a bit of your style
I like the way you get along with words
Evocative and playful like those little birds
That scuttle in out of the tide
Waves just out of reach
One of the many things I love about the beach
It’s special moments like these
strangers writing poetry about shared sunsets puts me at ease
It’s why I’m here. So, thank you for sharing that with me
I can’t write or rhyme or paint pictures like you
this is just my attempt at gratitude
My name is Jonathan. Take care and see you soon ✌️
Silver Ties 