Life often gets things in the wrong order.
Sunrise and sunset
– our source of wonder.
The rays of the sun
diffusing across the skies,
a night’s memories
at the exact moment of sunrise.
Love never dies but goes on forever.
Time flies yet we met
not then but later.
The world rounds the sun
bemusing the minds and eyes,
not one certainty
for sunset is the reverse of sunrise.
Words tell stories so as to remember.
Days on end we said
the sun burns brighter.
Betwixt the horizon,
beholding it on both sides,
as sunset is the result of sunrise.
…but, in truth, the sun doesn’t set or rise.