There are sun
rises and sets
so achingly beautiful
you replay them
behind your eyelids
even as they fade away.
They glitter there
like a movie scene
a reminder of
the beauty that the sun
in her perpetual radiance
is sometimes bashful to
boast of.
They say sun kissed
because the sun leaves
behind its love
on your skin, on your eyes.
When the twilight dawns
and the moon graces
our dark skies
the greatest love story
is how the sun refuses to
abandon our skies.
Leaving behind its love,
everywhere.
Me, Myself and Thine 