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| Great sunset in Rosebank area |
Before I came to South
Africa
I had only seen the sunrise a couple of times
I had only seen the sunrise a couple of times
Sunsets were my thing
Throughout the summer I would rush to the beach
always at the same time to the same spot
To catch the amazing spectacle about to unfold
the sun hiding at the back of the water
The golden rim of the foam in every wave ...
until the sun finally
reaches the water
The entire sea turning bright orange with its light
a stimulating feast to the eyes
The entire sea turning bright orange with its light
a stimulating feast to the eyes
Never quite the same
always unique
Sometimes I couldn't deny myself the unplanned dive
aching to be one with the beauty of the moment
I would stretch my arms before me to observe
the bright impossible colour in my skin
Orange glittering bodies like creatures of a new race
Every day could be the same spot and yet
every day a different sunset
The clear sand is whiter than at any other hour
sometimes I would loose the struggle with myself
to keep my shoes free of sand and would burry my feet
in the unique warmth it has at this hour
The group of pine trees in one side
changes colour with the light
until finally turning black
Still making their
presence felt their smell
blending with the salty air of the sea
blending with the salty air of the sea
While the rocks on the
other side change shape and size
with a play of shifting shadows
and the cry of a seagull in the distance
with a play of shifting shadows
and the cry of a seagull in the distance
Have you seen the rain in the sea at this hour
giving it all a new perspective
Every drop breaking the smooth surface
with a sense of purpose
and the promise of a rainbow just around the corner
Every day could be the same spot and yet
every day a different sunset
In South Africa I have missed
the sunsets by the sea but have reveled in the beauty
of the sunsets through the trees
The changing patterns of light
a magical work of art
made more special by the unique
shape and colour of every tree
Cold beauty of the sunset from a 31st floor
the entire city skyline traced in black charcoal
against the bittersweet beauty of the orange
in a thick layer of pollution
Cold beauty away from the plants and the trees
and away from the warmth of Earth just beneath our feet
Sometimes the night is in a hurry
and the dark blue clashes with the orange in the sky
Patches of early stars in the sections of blue
contrasting with the red like a modern, radical painting
Every day could be the same spot and yet
every day a different sunset
Friday, August 6, 2010
