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blood sunset.


[today]Jun 16th, 2007 6:56:52 pm - Subscribe

From here,
the sunrise
seems so long ago.
Where we lay
and the stars
faded into the dawn.

And I stand
in the last
crimson rays
of a beautiful day;
a sunset
like life's blood
finally draining away.

And it's beautiful -
these last days
in the dying light
are beautiful -
perhaps the most
wonderous yet.

In the crimson glow,
as the heat fades,
I won't think about
the coming night -
the darkness
that will rise -
the loss of the light.

These have been
the best days
of my life.


I can't think about
the approaching night.
With all that I am,
I cling to what is left -
these sunset hours
of the happiest times.

And I try to will the spark
of your sunlight to remain
alive.

[I am]here.

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