notes from the boboli

(with apologies; i haven't written poetry for far too long)

Here, from the top of the world,
I can see it all.
I am alive
I am aware
I am omnipotent,
a piece of my past
suspended in this present
by the light of the future.

And how expressively they put it,
these slanting rays of sun.
Holding desperately to this moment
we will never have again
while capturing,
in haloed hair,
the very self we long for.

That is the complication
of such a sunset;
in it you see
a chance at everything
you imagine you might become
and in it
you see
the death
of another day.