The Inevitable Sunset ( T.D. Broussard

The Inevitable Sunset ( T.D. Broussard - Lafayette, La.)

It always starts out in a blaze of passion
Love songs
Romantic Sonnets about the beauty of love
Then like the inevitable setting of the sun
I'm done

First it starts with the feeling of me being used
Next personality differences start to annoy me
Then its the loneliness in and out of bed
But always ends like the setting of the sun
In silence and disconnect

Am I destined to be a solitary creature of the night
Why am I always looking for a mate in the harsh light of noonday
Perhaps its driven by the memory of the One
A fellow nocturnal stalker
Whose love I thought would last past twilight
I was wrong
She found her mate as far from me
As the sunrise is from sunset

Still I am here at dawns early light
Straining to stay wake
Feigning I'm a child of the morning
Cause while I see a joy in the midday sun
It is the night where I finding my freedom

Is the answer to make peace
With the inevitability of sunsets
Embrace the coolness of the night
And her seductive moon planets and stars

Sometimes I wonder
Maybe I'm an afternoon walker
Maybe my soul is layered so
I live comfortable in the early evening and the night
Could it be I don't have to begin or end
At the sun setting

Could she be out there
Waiting for me in the cool of August's evening
Her hair shining in the dwindling summer's sun
Muscles taut and ready
For the first stars of night to appear

Even now as I think of her
whatever fear of that sun racing down
Racing down toward the horizon
Is gone
Replaced by the hope
Of the girl who's hair shines
who's hand holds mine
As we wait for the inevitable sunset
Together.

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