As the Sunset starts to change

Today the sunset is

nothing like it was

yesterday – a bliss,
today it’s but a mirage...

Of reality, and as such,

not a very good one.

Yet everything’s so true to touch,

and feel, and love.

May it all be but a dream?

I start to swirl and spin,

and to compensate the fear,

I collapse into myself within.

No, still wide awake,

I can not feel this sunset.

But it can’t be fake,
and so the sun will set...

And paint the sky with colors

that I somehow can not read.

So it must be me ...

For mirrors of ourself, its said

Are everything.

And therefore sad

is this sunsets fling.