The Sunset

With a thread invisible, we are strung in a human chain
gazing at the sun, doing its disappearing act
Nothing fancy, no illusion here, but there is charm.

The clouds come caressing the horizon
to serenade the sun
Few one by one, but some in a hurry, all at once.

I wonder, what the sun whispers
into the clouds' ears -- that they blush
I whisper in your ear to see you blush like these evening clouds.

The waves try to break free, the drops jump
on your face, bearing tiny suns
glisten, but your smile makes them
shine, as if a fire burns within your depths.

Speaking, yet silent within
I see words scurry away
like passengers move out of a local train
leave the vehicle behind -- empty, silent.
The crabs crawl sideways,
while a cat hunts within
the crevices of the rock,
where a few fish left behind wait for the sea's return,
like someone within me -- watching you walk away -- waits to see you turn,
while for me a loneliness hunts.