A lonely thing
sits upon the horizon
gazing at a
blinding, fleeting fire.
It wonders,
"What?"
"What," it questions
but never why -
fixed on the warm,
boundless blaze of
distant glamor.
Brilliant, searing white
turns to dancing reds,
coppers, blues and
flushed pinks,
then blinks.
The lonely thing -
awestruck -
blinks back,
and in an eternal instant
never sees again.
The memory is etched,
tender and exact,
so that radiant flare
may burn eternal
in its dim,
hushed heart.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
A lonely thing
sits upon the horizon
gazing at a
blinding, fleeting fire.
It wonders,
"What?"
"What," it questions
but never why -
fixed on the warm,
boundless blaze of
distant glamor.
Brilliant, searing white
turns to dancing reds,
coppers, blues and
flushed pinks,
then blinks.
The lonely thing -
awestruck -
blinks back,
and in an eternal instant
never sees again.
The memory is etched,
tender and exact,
so that radiant flare
may burn eternal
in its dim,
hushed heart.