Your sunrise touched the edge of my sunset
horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours
whispers to the night
floated in breeze of the first morning light
horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours
Earth’s rotation in human constructed time
an illusion of control when the heart knows time is infinite…
beyond all horizons…floating in the universe…
yet like a fool, it wonders about…
Horizons of dreams separated by 12 hours.
Poetry and image copyright neha 2017
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