My Sunset is on the Horizon- His House

Daybreak to Heartbreak

We can not see

as dawn breaks

or witness our sunrise.

Our eyes

are cloudy

As we break

into sunlight.

To grow from innocence,

we travel

a beaten path.

Searching,

for the brass ring.

Our eyes now see

and want

acting as if

we own tomorrow.

Yet from the beginning

yet never spoken,

our sunset is planned.

Our sunset is on the horizon.

Memories,

sweep tears into

the eyes of those who look on

observing

our exit

to hibernation.

And when someone’s sun sets

Memories,

sweep tears into

the eyes of those who look on

observing

our exit

to hibernation.

And fragile

like china

we all face our

Daybreak or Heartbreak

4 Comments

  1. Great stuff here: I think you should reach out more to the wordpress blogosphere I mean, you can set the comments to be moderated before publishing, and will certainly get a lot of traffic once it gets out there.

    I like it, and I love your poetry. Thanks for coming by and reading my stuff…and responding to my email. God Bless

    1. thank you Paul, for taking the time to come to my magazine. I would like to link up your blog to mine, and that way I know when you publish something, so i can check out your writing. Also, I’m glad you like our brand of Oddball poetry. thanks for coming, and please come back soon!

  2. Reblogged this on and commented:This just felt so great to stlmbue upon as I’m reading around different blogs. Be very proud of the community we are all creating here. Much love,Melissa

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