As This Sun Bleeds

Coming home from a meeting with Grace

On a jampacked train at Boni Station

I realized that something special

Had taken place

Rising up to offer my seat to a septuagenarian

I already knew that having a seat

On a rush hour trip is such great luck

That to give it away for someone else

And sacrifice what I wanted so badly

Makes me a fool or just plain crazy

Standing up and facing west

I caught a glimpse of the sun descending to rest

A ball of fire on crimson sky

I looked around and I saw red

The faces of passengers

The ground below

The buildings and rooftops

The solitary dove

The skies above

The world is on fire as the sun comes down

With such magic spell

To turn the heavens into bloody hell

Without regrets and bleed to death

Losing the vision of the sun’s last dance

Across the horizon

When the train just passed Kamuning Station

I was filled with longing

To turn back the train and return to the scene

To capture the moment all over again

While the dying embers fade out of sight

To take flight during the night

Reminiscing now, through the paths

I’ve travelled, 

The loved ones I’ve lost

The sunsets I’ve seen

Like yesterday’s sunset

That I watched from the train

At least I can say that unlike those people

Who looked the other way

Or fell asleep during the trip  

The ones who missed this masterpiece in red

Compared to them I am much more blessed

I’m coming home with a poem in my head

Coming home from a meeting with Grace
I realized that something special had taken place.