Sunsets sink so slowly – but in an instant they’re gone. And what once blinded, yet held spellbound, my eyes now rest gently behind the jagged mountains, illuminating the silhouette of yet another horizon. Leaving, long after it is gone, florescent residue on the tips of the clouds … ever changing the sky the deeper it falls.
So it seems are the times, and things, of my life. Heartache lasts for eternity, but in a moment – tears are dry. Even the exuberance and delight of never-ending ecstasy ultimately wane. The last petal eventually falls from even the loveliest and enduring of blooms. The fullness of high tide always ebbs. And in time, a cocoon tucked tight for what seems too many seasons, will one day open and unfold the beauty of flight.
What makes me stay and watch and wait?
I stay – because I know the cocoon will open, and the sun will sink, and fallen tears will dry.
I watch – because I know I’ll be left with a new horizon filled with the richness and color only light can bring.
I wait – because I know that the farther it flies, or sinks, or falls, the more clearly beautiful the sky becomes.
