The Sunset Keeper

The Sunset Keeper

A Poem by Shayla Sayer

for the Title a Week group

Like dew on fallen leaves
the sunset meets the ocean waves in the distance--
a crash resonates in your soul.
all this is captured in the palm of his hand
a sort of snow globe
the scene it depicts is not that of a winter wonderland...
it shows a sunset.
he hands this masterpiece to me
and i begin to cry as he whispers--
"as i once was you are now:
are you prepared to become
the sunset keeper?"
and as i stand, transfixed by this beautiful sight,
he turns and disappears.
"how can i do this all alone?" i yell
but he is already gone.
i fall to my knees.
to be the sunset keeper.
his eyes glimmered with the stars
while his halo shone with the noon sun.
but i...?
i am only a girl
one who has fallen from the path
only one person.
how can i...?
but an answer flows through me.
i CAN.
i might not be the best,
but i'll never be the worst
as long as i give it my all...
and my all
will somehow
always be good enough.

© 2011 Shayla Sayer

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Shayla, I think this is oe of your best writes. It speaks from all corners of the Universe right back daown into your heart. I love it, it's amazing

Posted 8 Years Ago

Shayla this is just fantastic! I love the flow and how theres so much emotion! Just a very amazing poem shayla!

Posted 8 Years Ago

beautiful piece!

Posted 8 Years Ago

yes we can do all things if we believe we can and I like the way this shows just that. A huge job and not anyone can do it, but yes you can do. Very nice wording.

Posted 8 Years Ago

nice! I like the idea of the snow globe, but with a sunset. (would that be called a sunset globe?)
I also like her reaction at the end. I CAN.
Good job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on April 25, 2011
Last Updated on April 25, 2011


Shayla Sayer
Shayla Sayer

Fontana, CA

i love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..


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