In the breezy dusk
a moment where the earth is swallowing up the sun
trying to steal the orange spectrum from my eyes
I am feeling warm and calm
My head is starting to think wildly
If losing you as warm as losing the sun in the dusk
Would the stars fill my empty heart as it fill the empty dark sky?
If I watch you go as calm as watching the orange spectrum goes
Would the moon always beside me like it does to the night sky?
—pearlaaxy, 5:55 PM
YOU ARE READING
The Ocean of Healing
PoetryAnd now, I have an ocean to swim. Yes, the ocean of healing.
