I knew not the beauty of a beholder,
Until one day, I met him in the throes of the skies’ remarkable eminence.
He stood as did I, between the Sun and the Sea,
Immersed in a kaleidoscope of colors.
He as starry eyed as I, while I, once,
A painter’s solitary silhouette, against the backdrop of a vision,
Now, no more.
As the sun set into the horizon,
I wondered yet again, if I could touch it before it disappeared,
Somewhere into the Earth’s hemisphere.
Only this time, between the Sunset and Sea,
Would the painter, still see I,
A long time ago, a lonesome silhouette,
Amongst a sunset’s vision?
Would he now,
See two joined as one,
A Man and his Woman,
Their portrait, in contrast to the antonym of a union,
Would they now be his depiction, an artist’s impression,
of the Sunset Silhouette?
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