Celestial Doting

Sitting quietly
on the steady
shelf of wind
in the jetstream
I ponder my feeling.
Looking across the
sun blazen sky
streaking crimson
and gold
reflecting off the
ocean
appearing as even
and hot
as the Sahara Sands
Like I could walk across,
Leaving footprints behind.
The sun fades away
and the lamppost-like moon
is boasting its light now
I walk the ivory path
it lays across the Atlantic
to your shores.
Warm.
Abundant.
and lit with
fire.

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