AFTERGLOW I look up and catch sight of the Sun appreciating the sky. The heavens start to flush and the Sun, She fades away, mislaying her hazel, flaxen and scarlet tinctures. The ether imbibes those placid hues, and I gape at that in amazement, buying it, that the afterglow of my divine memories will bide evermore, albeit the fact that I will not. For a better read: AFTERGLOW I look up and catch sight of the Sun appreciating the sky. The heavens start to flush and the Sun, She fades away, mislaying
