That gentle, compromising sunlight
Fell over our eyes at the crack of dawn
As the sky filled with millions of specks of a new tomorrow
Which were pouring the molten core of the earth out of itself
Your eyes shifted to a curtain fall.
An unfamiliar place, though almost a home
A coffee shop that whispered to me of a lost and found
We were cast with a glow of honey – so thinly spread was its linen upon us
That through the cracks I almost saw our yesterday, slipping kindly into oblivion
Your head resting on a table, stripped by earthly sins
Emerging from the cruel night with new eyes
My caring glance, dreading having to nudge you out of sweet sleep
For it is my last desire to wake you to a less promising future, dear friend.
Once the eternally stagnant has passed, white, imposing light is to replace these moments of golden divinity
You will have no memory of the true embrace of a defrosting sun, alive, ablaze, yearning to be worshipped
And me, in awe, brought to servility