Scorched Horizons by Alejandro N. Marrero 4/12/2020
The sun has scorched the horizon in oranges and the warmest of reds.
Soon the day bleeds into night and with turmoil our eyes see the dark instead
I’m chaotically ordinary in either sacred night or blessed day
It’s a symbol of equilibrium that I’ve penned words to balance what I dare say
The silhouette of my soul has left as quickly as the mild winters of the year
They tell me everything will be okay with foreboding whispers in my ears
I’m full of electricity’s coiling spark and it’s angry vivid arcs
Neither am I alone or with company as I continue sheltering in the comforting dark
The distance has always made a difference but it’s never a promise kept
I’ve run from my past, faced it, left it and still have reasons for why I wept
There’s a thudding heartbeat and a quiver to my trembling aging hands
I’ve started fresh here as my poetic sort of justice and stability was found in this promised land
Some say as the darkness wanes and gives births to pinks on morning’s due
That everything would be for naught if I’d never found us true
I’m not afraid of all those riddles or haunting songs of dark or lifting lights
An ordinarily complicated person that’s tattered, broken but always fighting for what’s right
The sun has scorched the horizon in promises and even softer beds.
When day bleeds into night and our turmoil seems trivially overstated instead
We’re chaotically ordinary in either sacred moon or blessed sun
It’s a symbol of equilibrium that I’ve penned words to balance what I‘ve done.