it blushes orange, before our eyes;
holds us captive beside pulsing stars,
as we witness its slow trasformation.
From pale yellow, to orange hue,
to crimson heat, in winter sky;
leaving the night dark for the stars
to speak loudly of God's presence
and as we lay to watch the moon,
it recaptures its gift to reflect the sun--
we embrace this celestial kiss
lying together
in seperate locations
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