Sunsets

There were once when I thought the sun rises

only when you rise, your spellbinding beaute,

serve my sight with unimaginative awe,

and by that treat I would soon find truth.

No more would another glance be free

beyond the seas I make real, my enemi abundans,

for they too were mesmerised,

and by that same charm my flaws are amplified.

We found time and time willed the sun sets

before you could rise, your likeness fading,

and the memories you have bequeathed

intwine with the ones you have stole.

For it has come to this that the sun rises

when you should rise, but if I may I may,

care less of that than to see exactly

how many sunsets away I am.