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Our Warmth Seeking Souls

The sun, she kisses my lover's cheek,
forehead, nose, and lips,
Caresses my eyelids.

One final embrace before she departs,
leaving us, to continue her maternal journey
breaking the night's raucous hold over the globe

Though it pains our warmth seeking souls
we know we have no say in the matter,
we must let her go.
And though she is certain
she will once again cast her warm,
glowing embrace upon us
in the light of dawn's new morning dew,
inside ourselves we must harbor the notion,
the drowning possibility,
we may never again cast our glances upon her
free burning
ever nurturing face

Distant fireflies
illuminating... dissolving... illuminating
imitating life,
mocking our mortal conception of love
flash... flash...flashing in the pervading darkness.
Blue dashers remain frenetic in their hovering,
no time for sleep's surrender.
We loll, idle in the sand,
as they make the most of their short-lived summer.
The pliant, wizened willow
swaying in the wind,
natural in her acclimation to the breeze,
adapting without qualms to the plummeting temperature and intensifying gale.

Our warmth seeking souls
now kindred with the wind,
lamenting the absence of the sun.
Without her unwavering optimism
the gusts grow colder by the hour.
We listen. Together, In concert with the tempest
we howl into unresponsive darkness.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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