Sun between us

We wonder—
for whom this quiet unfolding,
as the sky lifts itself
from night’s embrace.
Why do the clouds drift, 
moving to a rhythm only they know,
as if rearranging the world
before our quiet eyes? 
Each ray of light falls with intent,
and we ask:
Who waits for this moment,
and who, perhaps,
will never feel the sun’s warm touch
before the day awakes? 
You rise where the sky begins,
where light unravels the quiet.
I stand where it ends,
where fire leans into the sea. 
Between us, the day unfolds—
light spilling over rooftops,
melting frost from quiet streets,
slipping through windows
to rest in silence. 
So, when the sun rises for you,
I stand in its descent.
Where it leaves me, it finds you—
because light is not bound
to place or time,
only to those who can see it.

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by Susana W. Dawn

10 October 2025

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