The edge of the sun
Those nights we spent late, awake, talking til the morn
Summer, winter, autumn passed, spring of the dawn
Sharpest tongue blunted mind, phrasing with precision
Second guess at the very best often the wrong decision
Every slip was to be punished, every gaffe laid bare
Work upon work to ensure that the best was always there
Close in mind, close in heart but always at arms length
A moment shared a moment passed neither had strength
Time was for another, no time would ever be enough
In a different part of history perhaps, made of different stuff
Further away than can ever be and nearer than very far
Burning hot while blowing cold, winds rushing across the star
Days and years spent longing for nothing but a little more
Stepping back and to the side nature had to prove its law
Too close and get consumed and absorbed into the dark
Never to return from blackness, gone would be the spark
Universes collide in space, gravity of body and galaxy spun
Through words and a memory, mind's fingers burned on sun
Taraz
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