Treacherous Sunset
By SMYGO4EVA
The hours just fly by, but the sun would come up and rise back down when the day was done.
It didn't seem fair.
The days would be to the everyday person as long as the month it was in, but time slows down when you least expect it, and this would all be a simple day when they would go back to sleep.
If only for days to be as slow as you want them to be, and for the sun to go back to sleep when morning would rise from the depths of night.
If only she was not a timid, shy, or quite withdrawn, and that she would talk to people, talk and make friends, and finally...
Finally speak to the one she had always loved.
If only he would look back and see what he had made in the present, not to dwell on the long-forgotten past, and focus on the future, the time being now.
If only time was not a cruel mistress, to have the heart to freeze the tapestry at her beck and call, to make moments last longer for loved ones.
No, she would make time slow down or speed up at her will, and because of destiny and fate, she would tear young lovers apart.
It never took too long for the day to become the night, and what follows for tomorrow, we never know.
No one can escape what fate becomes them, and as always, the morning sun would transform into the baleful sunset, leading into the charcoal night that beckons the night to day, and the cycle reigns, continuing to be hideous in earning yesterday, today, and tomorrow's empty promises.
If only time would slow down and not yearn for the tomorrow that might never come, and the treacherous sunset would never have to reveal its face to spark sadness in losing the one that fell from their grasp.
The hours fly by, and yet time slows down.