Sunset

A sunset alone
Days end
Days begin
A sunrise alone
Drawn down
A small quiet path
At the brink of
A great cliff
Overlooking the
Maelstrom below
Spinning, whirling
Fire, clouds,
And brimstone
Loud swirling
Never alone
Nothing but extremes
As I careen closer
To the cacaphony
I grasp frantically
For a rope
But I have forsaken
That path
And may never return
To the alone from
Whence I came.

     -- Bem Ajani Jones-Bey (04/10/02)