sun – Ancient Skies

In the Heart of Our Poetry

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In the heart of our poetry, there is a light worth keeping,

a piece of the sun

to strengthen and encourage.

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Let us hold on My Love, to our crimson sky,

may we bury each sunset deeply, into our hearts

so that as the world implodes, we will still

have the beauty of the sun

and love everlasting.

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Perhaps all we really need, is to lose ourselves on a quiet wooded trail

lifting our heads to absorb the caresses, of the sunlight on our faces

as we embrace the power, and the beauty of the pine trees.

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As the brilliance of the winter sun begins to break through the cold

tree branches are absorbed becoming lost in rays of light,

signaling there is still life here, as I take a deep breath

the wind moves, and slowly the snow covering

the trees, begins a christening of the earth

falling gently, and I am in awe

of yet another new day,

just born.