The Things the Sky Forgets
I have never known anything more beautiful
than the warmth, blush of the Sun,
incandescent against the pale blue sky,
like the soft flames of a candle,
I’ll graze my fingertips against its glowing edge,
and see the shadows of silhouettes rising
from their sleep
or perhaps, fondle the humidity in the air
as I forget,
that Stars can also burn.
© Nathalie M. Viorato
