Dower  a Scrap of Sunset

How falls it, thou hast come to fly

A wispy fading dream longing to try

To become less fleeting than melting ice

An ever dying inspiration sipping mortality's entice

Did some orange tulip, flaked with black

Sing you a melody that got you off track

Which rainstorm made you long to feel

Rivers of sensations before them you kneel

Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard

Lady Sunset cloaked with night, her mentalities blurred

Came to Earth as one of us, consuming our sinful dust

Hearing heartaches, her innocence birthed rust

Desire unspeakably to be a bird

Lady Sunset's folly went unheard

Toil and grit became her weakly hue

Nights came slowly as the newest sunset faded blue