Delta40
09-03-2010, 09:09 PM
The sun slipped slowly into the sea,washing the waves with poetry.
At least thats how it seemed to me.
To the lovers it melted, and wept and fell,
and cast an everlasting spell.
The mathematician watched it decrease in degrees,
creating new hypothosese.
The drunk wondered briefly if it was rising or falling
But the thought was drowned out by the whisky calling.
The pessimist thought it was high time it went,
and wondered if time watching, was worth the time spent.
The optimist raised his glass to the fall
and cherished the night and the new morning call.
The newborn noticed the light had turned red
and thought without thinking of milk and of bed.
The dying all wondered if this were their last
and if tomorrow, when gone, would be part of their past.
The astronomist knew it was eight minutes old
and that one day this globe would be lonely and cold.
The most, they were busy, looking away
so sure it will repeat itself day after day.
At least thats how it seemed to me.
To the lovers it melted, and wept and fell,
and cast an everlasting spell.
The mathematician watched it decrease in degrees,
creating new hypothosese.
The drunk wondered briefly if it was rising or falling
But the thought was drowned out by the whisky calling.
The pessimist thought it was high time it went,
and wondered if time watching, was worth the time spent.
The optimist raised his glass to the fall
and cherished the night and the new morning call.
The newborn noticed the light had turned red
and thought without thinking of milk and of bed.
The dying all wondered if this were their last
and if tomorrow, when gone, would be part of their past.
The astronomist knew it was eight minutes old
and that one day this globe would be lonely and cold.
The most, they were busy, looking away
so sure it will repeat itself day after day.