I want to know
What does the sunset makes you feel?
The red and lilac streaks on the sky
Like your smudged lipstick after I kissed you.
Does the sight make you dream?
Or it fills your heart with sea salt?
Does it remind you
Of the last time I held your hand
And kissed goodbye on your palm?
What color does it evoke in the ocean of your soul?
Does it paint you with the lavender of nostalgia
Or the blue of melancholy?
Does it make you hallucinate?
Or it makes you think of the lonely travelers
On their way without a destination?
What does the sunset sky says to you?
Does it heal you?
Or makes you drown in its colors?
Does it make you hastily scribble poems
On the tissue paper in your pocket?
Or does it make you stand and stare at it for eons
Oblivious to your friends chattering in the distance?
Do you get drunk on the sky when it blushes pink?
Tell me does the sunset make you high?
Does it whisper the secret of the universe?
Or it stays silent
Spraying your soul with purple and gold?
Or do you never stop and look it at twice
Like the rest of the busy, indifferent world?