silver apples and sunspots

sundays sometimes shimmer
enchanted azure
adorned in rays
after noon’s zenith
the zephyrs
anticipating the plummeting arc
to capture beams
adoring rays
seizure
ceasing the mercurial
hastening
time flies when we chase the sunspots
radiant
sundays sometimes shadow
enchantment of
silver apples
and warm winds worship
wordless apogee
hurtling to
ceaseless
cyclical seizure
i held the shimmering sun
for some time that day
eyes full of silver apples
and enchanted

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“from the first star until dawn”
waiting for the perfect moment
the one
refused and scorned
so many moments apart
ashes aloft
and wisps of light
tendrils of glass
scattered and brushed aside
just one more moment
just one moment longer
cringing at the sudden sound
forsaking and forgiving
forgotten
the slightest star circles the sky
and submerges
at the perfect moment
always the last place we look
forgotten
and found
forced ashore
at the first light
the smallest shining star circles the sea
and
suppresses
the final moment
when
we
wandered
beneath the
forgotten ruins of the sky
fireflies dancing in the ashes
at our feet
from the first star until dawn