"American Sunset"

10/12/07

skies speak dark clay grey
eyes heavy after thoughts of an American day
the physical sun has set hours ago
the mind belonged only now exhausted
beyond remembered boundaries

an American sunset has transposed from
sight in beauty to a thought process.
simple eyes cry at the loss they recognize in sight...
Consciences cry

two hundred and thirty-two years
cries in silence to native ears
a world ignores but somehow fears
if only for today
an American sunrise.

-huey