Sunday, April 4, 2010

Day 256: 10 similes for the sun

The sunrise breaks too much like the ocean

The sunrise is a chronicle of our collective regret

It cuts itself, tattoos its yesterday to your tear ducts

The sunrise breaks like whitewash

The sky is a beautiful woman's canvas, she only shares with her child

We spend the morning watching her son grow, she raised him the way we all wished to be

Thrown to the stars, landing amongst the clouds, the sun rise is ungrateful

He’s waiting to be out of his mother’s shadow

The horizon is a father who’s not around enough

We are all just witnessing a family eclipse.

Watching the solar system collapse into itself

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