Dying Sun

After midnight we lay in bed

You, asleep now

Me, still spent and dreaming

Our finest hours, our best era 

You shift and the cat jumps down 

I am drifting, feeling the slow onset of sleep

What is present is:  

the cold sheets, 

the heat rising off of your body, 

the wide open plain that is the 

stillness of the air 

I reach for you in the dark

While above us and unknown, 

the aurora blazes