Jake

Watching Sunrise

Somedays, my brother and I lean on sunrise;

learning from each other in silence.

Our changing shadows speak us home,

as the sky casts us palettes

and the Sun tears the last of night from the sky;

a kiss of a greeting

and ghost of warmth

weightless

 

Darkness is a shear we learnt

to use whilst floating.

We speak the silence of home and familiar, and know.

 

Watch a rush hour in the sky

as restless clouds busy themselves with escaping our

gaze as we hold this abyss and old friend, our own.

 

We speak the silence of home

on a bank of dreams we refuse to regret

The Moon squinting at this brilliance.

 

Sunset and Sunrise, the only beauties

we have not learnt, but know.

 

Still.

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