Settle sun, you warm me when
I fall behind in gratitude
and need to see you to remember.
The cold floor comes to claim tears
before they stain it with salt.
Settle sun, I ask on the days,
the voice is weak within me.
I become a well that must drain
regardless of time–sorrow blackens.
Settle sun, pieces of me stay lost.
When you rise again,
can I show you a new face
and a glowing heart?
Revised Poem from October 5th, 2012.
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