Friday, October 10, 2014

You are the Sunset, I am the Sun (old unpublished poem)

Morning untangles her silver blue hair
from the sepia thorns of complacent night.
The moors, the mountains, the rivers, the seas . . .
All bow in the wake of her stirring. 

People throw open their shutters
and children run out to play.
All is well and time is kind;
our hearts have suddenly come to life. 

We kiss in the tall, wavy grass
as the morning light flows around us.
I am the sunrise, you are the sun—
We are one. 

Twilight pirouettes into the sky
and spirals beyond our curious sight.
My heart, my soul, my envious eyes . . .
They watch diamonds fall from your smile. 

People swing closed their shutters
and tired children saunter home.
All is well and time is still kind;
our love has suddenly come to life. 

We sleep in the tall, wavy grass
as the daylight flows quietly away.
You are the sunset, I am the sun—
We are one.
 

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