The Forgotten

June 13, 2013. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

There is a sunset which I seek
where regret, and sea salt meet
a bitter sweet intriguing sleek
like rain and oil on city streets
A place in time where angel fleets
retreat the earth as summer sinks
into the sea where sea salt meets
regret, anguish, and self defeat.
Forgotten tasks are cast to action
clasped to casks of vast attraction
sanctioned from a fast reaction
contracting only satisfaction.
A fractions course of stiff contraction
resourceful source of soul retraction
factions of this forced infraction
latch to sources forged with passion.
Soldered here are time, and thought
forgotten rhymes are rhymed but not
the lot who sought to rhyme forgot
to give what ought not to be bought.
And so the sunset left to rot
sank for fights not to be fraught
as war stained red a sea of thought
so sank the sunset I had sought.