Setting Suns and Golden Skies

    A fierce sun was setting as I awoke;
    The evening sky a liquid gold that leaked
    from a painter’s fine brush
     — a brush you used
    to ease my latent fears
    a brush as smooth,
    as light, as mighty pure as white feathers
    from an angel’s wings sought to dry my tears.
    And you, my love, left no room for darkness —
    a smile that bright could gush nothing but light. 
    Your soothing fingers exiled the night’s cold
    lives lived a million years ago.
    And in our warm summers, there’d been no pasts, 
    no future, only us and a pale moon, 
    feebly hidden beneath our golden skies.

    • Una  O Una O : Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing - excited to read more of your work :) xx
      3 months ago 

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