It was never meant to be

Even I could see

The superficial

Hopes

That were strung

From the beginning

And now have come

Undone

It wasn’t until I saw

The setting sun

In a crimson bed

That I began to wonder

What had been

Creating that crimson red

The pollution from the mills

So I sat still

And observed

The crimson sun kill

Collect and release

The moments that

Make us

That take us

By the heart strings

Everyday

We catch and release

A few more memories

Into the shades

Move through

And hope to

Make the fastest movement

The quickest channel

Of communication

On the Friday

Outside of Phoenix

Not sure what comes next

So embrace the wild

Unknown

And go

Where it goes

It is a place that I go

To restore

My own hope

In achieving more

Of what can be

How the hallowed seashore

Still can be seen

In my mind

From time and time

Again

My own

Clustered hope

To make a connection

Was broken

With my own inventions

The words that were intended

Was not what was sent

It was my own

Oafish Intent

Current time

is in line

With the hopes

of the

future

for us