The sun sets but day only reluctantly gives ground
Those I need are embraced by darkness before I am
So I hold to this light
Because I know it touched them as I am unable
But, do they read this, know that my desire seen is but the smoldering ash cone of a volcano hidden beneath the waves.
The corona of the sun
Terminus line in my heart
Demarcation between the shadows of the past and the slim chance at future
always looking into the sun
Spots and after images swimming
but it trained me to see even when the
walls are washed out and I’m blind
It trained me to see with my heart instead of my eyes
Pelgris 