Holds me….

The Sun sets over me sometimes,
Slowly as it opens up its veins,
The horizon turns red,
And the clouds scatter away,
For they fear the night,
The eerie silence that disturbs them,
Nomads of the desert,
Star watchers that breathe with their twinkle,
I sing them lullabies sometimes,
Their heart races and dives down too soon,
Maybe like the Sun that sets over me,
A leap of faith they say,
A dive into the dark,
I grow wings fluorescent,
Neon lights that barge through my eyes,
Onto the sky,
The Aurora spectacular,
And slip into a cocoon golden,
The warmth of her skin,
The color of her blood,
The Sun sets over me sometimes,
And she holds me tight……

24 thoughts on “Holds me….

  1. Your words are such gifts to the soul and beautifully expressed:
    “I grow wings fluorescent,
    Neon lights that barge through my eyes,
    Onto the sky,
    The Aurora spectacular,
    And slip into a cocoon golden,” holding you tight.
    This makes me happy and hopefully finds you happy as well.
    Beautiful picture to Kumar. 💖

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