Sunset

Sunset

As the last 

rays of daylight

streaked across your skin

in golden stripes, 

As you looked up at me

with sparkling eyes 

brought back to life

by the dying fire of the sky, 

I realized with a start

that I was the Sun

and you were Icarus, 

that we were

a moth and a candle, 

hopeless lovers

held together by flames, 

both and neither of us

to blame for the resulting pain.