Abundantly, emotion splashes
like the waves along the shore;
and ever so gently, warmth powders
the beating heart, causing it to sore.
I see, when my eyes are closed
and hurt when my eyes are open,
and not a day goes by
when I do not feel broken.
But I hold on to this,
this, that is as brilliant and golden
as the disappearing sun,
inviting nights which from us, are stolen.
Image: A city at the river in sunset – Joseph Mallord William Turner