
Sunsets…By Sami Khalil
To Kate Spade
She chased sunsets through fading hands of
watercolor longings, enscrolled by the advent of moon silhouettes, in copacetic
madness of induced elixir. Unfocused on the infinite, she recovered her
insanity from the quilted agony of moaned muffles. Her suntanned hopes enthralled
the hibernation of moonstruck dreams. Life desires stole her breath away into
ways of surrendering to the prized wings of love. She galloped between the
cracks of dreamy recollections, at the edges of strangled aches. Within her
womb, a thousand galaxies of timeless sobs in an etiolated nostalgia. Light
mizzles steadily gave way to grief, entombing a restless heart. Glorious
indifferences faded into liquid sermons, soothing fears of mayhem control. Her
lashes enslaved tears of unbroken confessions. The indwelling of stars drifted
away like paper confetti, scattered by the winds of change. She was not divided
any more by the dichotomy of senseless games. For a while, her exculpations
resided upon a chest of world eulogies. She felt pity on a love lived in self-loathing,
enclosing yearnings of freedom between the soft chaos of resting within poem of
sun kissed memories, dislodging closeted selves, hidden behind curtains. To
lend a light, she fought the good fight and soared on height. She chased sunsets
through fading hands, lest no one forgets.
