when we met I thought you were fireworks
dazzling
intense
fleeting
a single moment in the story of my life
but you are the sun
warm
constant
strong
you burned away my mourning clothes
and fill my days with golden light
when we met I thought you were fireworks
dazzling
intense
fleeting
a single moment in the story of my life
but you are the sun
warm
constant
strong
you burned away my mourning clothes
and fill my days with golden light
3 Comments
Oh, so good!! That “ooohh, aaahhh” of fireworks (which ARE pretty wonderful, after all) settling into the long aahhhhhh of the warmth of the sun, the relaxing of one’s self into another. Perfectly written.
Wow.
I love this photo!