Atlantic

"My god," I thought, "My god, what a sunset!" Blood red floods the Atlantic With a wine in my hand Laid back in the grass of some stranger's field While shearwaters reeled overhead Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind I should really know better than to read the headlines Does it matter if I see it? No really, can I not just cover my eyes? In the half light, soft wind on my skin Pink clouds massing on the cliffs Thinking how can I touch this How can I touch this softest petal Softest stem, softest leaf Bending, green, in my palm? Thinking I should get all this dying off of my mind I should really know better than to read the headlines Does it matter if I see? No really, can I not just cover my eyes? Oh tell me, why can't I just cover my eyes?