Toss it to the waiting ripples.
See if it floats, or if it’s forgot.
Tote that bell to the wondering hearts.
Reminisce after dreams rise missing.
Call to all the times
we’ve waited by a dying sun.
Two arms tangled in fire.
Talk to the whispers
that caress at sunset.
It’s all alive,
so we won’t let go.
Drown in twilight,
as we’re already dead to the world.
Move in circles with that ringing light,
‘til tomorrow wakes us.
Fly to me,
I’ll great your tired wings
with remembrance.
Sunrise, sunrise,
even after it’s gone
you can bring back a day.
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