Friday, March 12th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
Return to the Sun
Waiting for the warm sun upon my eyelids.
That peaceful immobility of timeless moments
Has it been that long since it was basking time?
If you were here, I would see only summer.
If only…such lost, lonely, pitiful words.
Return to the sun, return to the fiery stars.
Where is the promised valley of green rivers?
It is so cold here, so cold, so impersonal.
Are you out there, waiting for our reunion?
Mind the calderas. Guard the steaming waters.
Wait for me.
I shall not be too long.
When compared with eternity.
Marissa A Spencer
© February 15, 2004
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