Sunset “haiku”

The sun sets in the west, the place of erasing personal history, where one has a last review of a life prior to passing, or simply before moving on to a new day.

There is a feint air of regret on some occasions.


the pencil of days
sketches the end.
what shadows cast?

and which silhouettes
dance pirouettes
in your mind?

all the undones
they gather sand
and hold it, so tight

the sun has that
sinking feeling
embalming the embers

the if onlys hurry
before dark
so they can’t be seen

hand over mouth
hides a yawn
at the stretched truths

a melancholy mirage
shimmers once
and it is gone