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, https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/65110202/posts/2876026395
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.