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July 16, 2011 / Samuel DiPaola

The Sundial

If I am the sun then you are my earth
and your movement is illuminated when we are near.
I watch you dance
your hands spread across the sky
gathering up the constellations
to be worn as jewelry on a warm summer night.
The radiant strands of your hair flow about
essence of peach blossom
and I am drawn near in a captured rhapsody.
I fall to my knees
you whisper your name and laugh.
It is the sound of playfulness
and innocence.
Time is an illusion.
For we have always been.
I simply forgot.
My love for you is bound only by my dreams.
As the sundial does not move, I too stand still
and gaze perpetually on your elegance.

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