The Art and The Crimson Sun
By Gilbert Gonzales
I linger for the dusk to come
To see the crimson sun
To feel the sea breeze
And sing an enchanted lullaby
That will be a requiem of my special life
It’s 5 o’ clock in the afternoon
The breeze felt cold for my frail mortal being
But the sun displayed its warm magnificence
All over me and the red horizon
A perfect moment of peace and recollection
For once in my whole life
That the minutes feel like hours
The waves sing their melody
And seagulls athwart the scarlet sky
Dance and glide more gracefully than ballets I’ve seen before
Beyond my fragility, I rose
To unite with this masterpiece of nature
And gazing at this state of bliss
Is more than a consolation for me
And I am pleased to be in this great splendor; the earth
I am convinced that I myself is a work of art
My life, my purpose and my heart
Every part of me is as beautiful as what I am seeing now
And as I sing my final ode
The warmth of the crimson sun
Welcomes me to a new phase of life
By Gilbert Gonzales
I linger for the dusk to come
To see the crimson sun
To feel the sea breeze
And sing an enchanted lullaby
That will be a requiem of my special life
It’s 5 o’ clock in the afternoon
The breeze felt cold for my frail mortal being
But the sun displayed its warm magnificence
All over me and the red horizon
A perfect moment of peace and recollection
For once in my whole life
That the minutes feel like hours
The waves sing their melody
And seagulls athwart the scarlet sky
Dance and glide more gracefully than ballets I’ve seen before
Beyond my fragility, I rose
To unite with this masterpiece of nature
And gazing at this state of bliss
Is more than a consolation for me
And I am pleased to be in this great splendor; the earth
I am convinced that I myself is a work of art
My life, my purpose and my heart
Every part of me is as beautiful as what I am seeing now
And as I sing my final ode
The warmth of the crimson sun
Welcomes me to a new phase of life
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