Open your eyes
to the pinks,
to the reds, and to the golds.
Give way to the burst of life and light
that pushes its way past the horizon.
His rays of warmth reach far and wide,
waking everything up.
You can see now--yourself, and around you.
Dance in the bright standing daffodils
and awe at the heated gravel.
Delight your tongue with plump strawberries
and bathe in the pop of the gold until it starts to haze.
Colors and life start to give out once more--
they've been out for too long.
Go ahead, beg them to stay;
some won't, some might, some will.
But eventually, it's all too much,
and even the one who gave life and light
is now losing his spark.
He falls from the sky,
the horizon now eating him and his light up.
Watch as the golds are puffed and the pinks are dulled.
The purples then turn to the blue,
and it all then fades out to the black
with white twinkling lights.
The light's smaller, dimmer, more serene younger sister
takes his place in the sky.
She seeps through the same horizon he lost to.
Watch as she takes over
and lulls you back to sleep.
Close your eyes--
and this time--for good.
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