Eternity was soft.
Her bushy tail
Was not much longer than
The tail of a squirrel.
She made my lap her nest,
content to stay,
Enjoying light last rays —
It was surreal.
Were these our Sun and Earth?
I could not say.
But she had no errands —
that was clear.
She looked at me with a smile
And then away,
And there was for me
No thing more real.
I was her chosen star,
Her chosen eyes
To see the dying day
And dying time.
2013 - 2026
Eternity
© Copyright: Саша Казаков, 2013
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