Tribute to the Broken-hearted

The Sun sinks by the weight of clenched fists,
I spread my palms wide- looking for acceptance,
Yet my mouth says all but what should be said,
Wisdom is lost in emotion, but what is wisdom anyhow?
Why are eyes focused yet missing all the signs towards failure?
I wander away,
Alone again with clenched fists,
The tension brings temporary warmth to an empty core.
Once again another sunsets with vibrant dalliance,
Hues of reds and orange spark the heart to respond.
Faith, hope and love are reflected in the twilight
The forming clouds will rain down fresh emotion.
My palms open again to receive my hearts desire.