The Twinkle of Sunset

I gaze in the distance at horizons of mischief
never grounding, because the suns rays are uplifting
the skies are clear,
grifting weary travelers with false calm
and lost times,
seen through the mind but with false eyes
a deadly serenade. but I listen most intently
fighting against sin, yet hoping that it tempts me
preempts me from finishing this journey that has sent me
to choatic resolutions. though I feel the end wisping
and twisting the truth into lies that is renting
my soul. and my payment for this deed is just simply
living on the brushes edge. tearing up my means
for an existence on the border between happiness and grief
moreso one than the other. as the light dims to beams
and the night paints the pictures of lost or forgotten dreams
now the screams of the anguished r my only compass guide
and I can't turn around, no matter how hard I try
so I sail to the brink. sunset on three sides
till the journey is almost over. and in the twinkle of an eye
all the hardships and triumphs. the loves and the trails
come flooding back again. and I can only stand and smile
feeling tears in my eyes. yet there lost to denile
my fighting spirit pacifies, for I no longer have the guile
and I admit to my self, with a quiet, kingly grace
that this sailors' unkown is a most exquisite place
so I say to the sky, go ahead and set your sun
I've been dashing along, yet have nowhere else to run
I've been royal in one life. I'll be again in another
and the wind becomes chill, so my body now shudders
or maybe that's fear of the trifles I've suffered
in laying on gold, then awaking in gutters.
but it seems complete now. I'm resigned to the end
then a surprise curve is reached where the sun shines again

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The Gift of Gab