i remember the time we put the sun to bedMature

I remember the time we put the sun to bed
and sat outside of her door all night, whispering
bedtime stories to ourselves.  But sleep never came,
instead, we watched her rise again over the lake
and the softness of her light and the stillness
of dawn hushed our voices into silence
as we finally sank into sleep.

The End

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