The silver sun
sits amongst the stars tonight;
a mirror of the daylight’s eye,
that sends these eyes astray,
far away,
from the panes they travel through.
But they are not thoughts of science;
for science,
like the golden drapes of day
reveal only that which is known,
and there is little wonder in knowledge.
Yet so much more
in the uncertainty of the unfamiliar.
As I prolong my gaze
at the sky’s glimmering grey light
I smile at its perfection;
its full circle, so continuous;
a ring which weds me,
in wonder, to the night.
For tomorrow,
I shall breathe
and know nothing.
For tonight,
I shall let that breath be stolen
even for a second,
beneath the silver sun
where life and beauty became one.
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Submission Name: The Silver Sun
