The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was spectacular, even though I was not at the beach on time. I look forward to fun sunsets each day, and each day I am not disappointed.
Last night I read to new books of Poetry. I will post reviews hopefully today but was lost for a moment in the overwhelming emotions the authors showed. Poetry is a personal experience. You either love it or you are in a series of shades that may or dislike it. It is complicated to say the least.
I find poetry to be a window into a person. Sometimes I think it’s a window into their souls. Other times I think it’s a window into their hopes, dreams, and desires. In the end you can learn a lot about a person as they write poetry simply because in their thoughts they are trying to relay emotion while putting words together to find that emotion and it is far more structured than just talking to someone.
As I read the first book tonight I was saddened that people cannot find the passion, power, and pure love that they deserve. Far too often people fall in love with their true love but their true love doesn’t love them the way they are loved. I felt every line and thought of my past and the times that I was so in love but was not loved the same way.
So as the sun sets on another day, I wonder what would happen if people would love equivalently? I know it happens. Isn’t it amazing how deeply you can feel for someone, willing to immerse yourself in all that they are? Find that person that will immerse themselves in you just as much. Find that person whose passion is only matched by your own. Live for that passion and be excited about life everyday, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and write me a poem..