[79] - Sunshine
It was hard to believe that
There could be someone
So similar to the sun.
But that was what she was -
She was responsible for
Giving him life.
But he was learning to manage
Ever since that last sunset.
In science, we learn that
The Sun is a giant star,
Which is probably closer to
What she was now.
Just another star glowing against
The dark blue fabric
Covering our atmosphere
That we call the sky.
And on one of the clearer nights,
Usually after a storm or two,
You can close your eyes
And listen hard to the stars
And sometimes you can
Hear them laughing up there.
YOU ARE READING
Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
