The sun set for my sister and I on Monday evening. We watched as the sky slowly exploded into an orange yellow soup. The next morning I wrote you this poem and tried to tell you....
Another eternal sun sets
When we are together as one
What once was blue is scarlet and gold
Suspended hope with suspended dreams
Bound by moments of changing beauty
You - as blinding as the dying sun
As vibrant as the rising moon
Everything and anything can bring you near
Yet even this will fade to black
As a dying rose drops its heavy crown
I never tire of your laughing eyes
I wait each day to relive the memory of you
If I am not dreaming you how can I remember?
A second death would but follow the first
An endless fall much darker than the one I know
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