The horizon erupts as the sun starts to bleed

The horizon erupts as the sun starts to bleed,

vermilion ignites with an urgent, fierce need.

On my balcony, watching the colors collide,

a canvas of feelings, the dusk swells inside.

Each hue pulls a heartbeat, each shadow a sigh,

as day bows to night and the whispers won’t die.

I’m wrapped in this moment, the warmth, the thrill,

where every sharp edge softens, and colors instill.