Katrina Kaye
Your world is absent of light.
Dust reflected in rare brightness
only to disappear behind western vista.
Enveloped in gloom,
you watch from thick shadows
the world succumbing to the dim,
you fade in the dusk.
If I promise to follow you into the night,
take your path away from the sun
and wrap myself in your darkness,
will you sit beside me,
fingers interlaced with my own,
and watch the sun rise?
“Sun” is previously published in They Don’t Make Memories Like That Anymore (2011).
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