Sunday, 17 July 2016

From Moon to Sun (and back).

Where I’m sitting I can’t see the sun beginning to set; but I can see its glow on your face.

Your eyes are full with the fires of the setting sun.

And you can hear the birds as they sing goodnight.

You can’t see the fire that I lit by against the wall behind you, but you can hear its cackle.

Later, once the sun has set you will see its glow on my face.

Its sparks reflected in my eyes.

If you choose to look.


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