Jet-Age Reverie

Lawrence A. Perkins — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 14:00:20 +0000

When last the circling sun went down
You sat in silence by my side
To watch the crimson colors drown
In night’s advancing westward tide.

But you have flown so very far
That morning here is afternoon
Across the ocean where you are,
And night will follow far too soon.

And still I watch, as evening dies,
The cloudracks in the afterglow.
I, at nightfall, where they rise;
You, at dawning, where they go.

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