Of the Sun and Sky


The sun

kisses the sky


on its forehead

and it blushes

pink and red.

I’ll see you again in the morning,

the sun says

and it parts

leaving the sky

in the cluster

of stars.

And the sky

wears black

all night


the separation

from its beloved.

At dawn

they meet again

the sun

kisses the sky good morning

and it blushes again.

This time it is happy.

You were my sun.

You kissed me good bye that evening.

Only difference is

you never returned in the morning

to kiss me

and I am still draped in black

like the sky

waiting for the sun

which will never rise.


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