The Dance of Night
The sun entered through the mesquite trees
held the light and sat down over the rocks.
The sun stood, walked over the petals of my consciousness.
The sun saw my hair riding on the air.
The sun felt the sky swallowing until it disappeared.
The night came up and brought the moon.
Witness walking on the desert.
Riding until the dawn try to hold the moon.
The night sat on the edge of my window waiting for the sun.
At night when the moon rose in the infinite
streaked by the sun's happy red color,
into the vast black night, a big ball of fire.
Lovers felt touched by its beauty,
moths left the bookstore,
cows watched the sky in ecstasy
until the sun disappeared into an exhausted night.
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