The last of the sun's rays slips behind the mountain. By the dying light, you can still see the faint silhouette of the mountain range.

For even the sun must die a blameless death
each night it dies for us all
each morning it lives again
reborn

Your heart
that small shrine to the sun
deep inside you
still shines
It keeps the flame
waiting for the sun's rebirth
when the morning next arrives
later than before

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#GoodnightPoem #AnAntiqueLand

Each time you tear your gaze away from the sun, the contour of the mountains ahead has shifted. Despite all your renewed vision, you cannot decipher where one ends and the next begins.

The great mystery of the sun
lies not in its light
(for its light, though magnificent, is nothing alone)
Rather, the mystery is shown
by how the light changes
that which it touches

Such is life
Such is love
Such is hope

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#GoodnightPoem #AnAntiqueLand