Sun
Felt the sun end.
Night holding the silky moon on high.
Stars of silver shooting in burning eyes.
Remembering the progress was slightly slowed.
Desires jettisoned and swayed.
The laughs wrong,
The hearts torn.
Bodies together going softly to their end,
But found the sun to rise again.
Copyright © Irene Meader | Year Posted 2008
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