Tequila Sunset

Purple pours over ashen skies

Doused by distant rain

Moody and wild, unkempt on the ocean

Where waves roll like reluctant children

Angry to sleep, eager to persist

On beaches that steal your breath

In forests that quench depths

Of your soul, unhindered by any man made goal

But societies try, you have the stereotypes to deny

Capitalism has its eye on paradise

But you'd do well to refuse its advances

Ignore the posterity of perceived wealth

And soak in natures riches

Snapshots of experience

Away from the mundane

I hear distant rhythms of societies din

Parties of celebration and social sin

Where we can all fit in

Everyone loves a good tune

Beach fires under an almost full moon

Tribal and unrestrained by rule or law

Sunset celebrations at our core

Stories to score

Too many tequilas have me at the mercy of my thoughts

Where I devour the ambience

Live in the glow of the sun going down

To nocturnal birdsong and breaking waves

And how humanity plays

Under a tequila sunset...

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