The sun is slow tonight, she moves towards
the horizon with care, an uncertain path
because someone is missing.

The sunset will hesitate again, she moves
unsteadily, knowing the colours will be faint
because someone is missing.

The horizon reflects the sorrow in a lake,
my lake, where drowning she takes away our
hurt, because someone is missing.

We nail our friend to a cross, it could be you,
you or I, and carelessly we walk away, it
could be you, a passer-by. In your forgotten
sleep he drifts away, and never called to
watch him die, a sunset in a different sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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