Endless sunset

Wing of the plane is geometric
And so is your profile at night.
The sunset seems tonight eccentric,
It feels so wrong but yet so right.

The world is ending nearly every
Minute I am reading news.
I'd like to stop, it's helping barely,
My thoughts continue their abuse.

Being alone is hard, undoubted.
Feeling your presence helps so much.
Not saying one can't live without it,
Yet sometimes all you need is touch.

It's inconveniently pleasant
When you can easily ignore,
The thoughts about that one person,
Who you once hopelessly adore.

We're in distress about the future,
Two different types, yet same concerns:
Revitalize the country, could you?
The thought about leaving burns.

Such thoughts have grilled my brain so nicely,
That it's like greasy steak - well done.
It sparkles with ideas wisely,
I'm glad to know I'm not the one.

We've lost in space, and clouds, and sadness,
Both in our thoughts, no time will pass.
The sunset seems tonight so endless
And fairly, I am glad it does.

31.07.2022