Unmotivated Heart

It’s going to be dark.

I apologize.

It’s where my mind has been

For the past while.

I watched from 30,000 ft.

Cities were twinkling,

Prettier than the stars,

Blacker than a new moon.

The edges of the earth

Were smoldering,

A smoky black blending crimson.

A sight different from routine.

The sunset was long over,

But the sun was hanging on,

Stubborn and unrelenting

Not letting the day get away.

Some would say it was divine,

Beautiful or bewitching,

But I saw a war,

Of life trying to fight on.

Twinkling towns unconcerned,

Of the fire raging above them,

Only perceptible to those above,

Or those who pay attention.

The day was not ready to sleep,

To give up its purpose of the light,

Too much baggage left behind,

An undying noose that won’t fray.

It hung on longer that night,

Using its rays to burn into the horizon,

Until it was well on the other side,

Fading just before dawn.

Could my heart create colors like the sun?