Setting Suns and Golden Skies

October, 2018

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
to 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.

 

©2018 by Diamaya Dawn. All Rights Reserved.

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