Tag: The Falling Sun


The Dying Sun – Rick Stephen

6
January

sunthroughblindsThe Dying Sun

Through the blinds, beams of light
slice through the dimly lit room
an angled pattern of light and dark,
like the many rails of a fence,
spreads across the floor and
up the wall as the sun
falls hurriedly toward the horizon

Tiny particles of dust float
aimlessly on unseen currents
disappearing, then reappearing
as they weave their way
through the light and shadow
it’s silent, save the purring of the cat
curled up in the sun’s warming beams

And your slow, rhythmic breathing
as you doze next to me,
my lap a pillow for your head
paper rustles as my fingers
turn the pages of my book
before they return, absent-mindedly,
to twirling your hair

Stirring briefly, you breath in deeply and
release a long, satisfied sigh
though it’s seems
only a few minutes
hours have passed
and the sun’s beams, now golden,
grow long

I can’t help but think this is heaven
and to wish it never end
when the cat rises,
lets out an irritated meow,
and moves to follow
the waning warmth of
the dying sun

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