Summertime On A California Coast Aint Always Just Coastin And Toastin

 i sit in silence

and reminesce about sunsets
such as these,

not every night

not everytime im caught up

staring skyward terrified

about the impending  evening,

only sometimes;
whatever it was that got in the way,
and kept "over there"
ever further and further from "right here, right now",
failed to even blemish the moment-
and though the mind that
holds the memory so dear,
in time,
will see it fade until both present and past have disappeared,
aint a force yet that can
erase The Love with which sunsets
such as these are created.