Where the Sun Goes Up…

A poignant love poem, by Molly, exclusively for Different Truths.

with the sun
       on your face
the wind
       chiming in
a thousand
       whispers
I meet you
       at the threshold... 

paddling 
       through life
its stressful
       waves,
beating 
       the heat
of unbearable 
       angst
with the 
       quiet rebellion
of many a
       scorching 
summer,

I meet you
        at the threshold...

behind us 
        spread 
the yawning 
        void
of beaten 
        paths
cobwebbed 
       corners…

onward 
        we traverse
chiselling 
       our ways
smelling 
       the earth 
that  
       stretches 
anew...

blessed
        our births
destined 
        to meet
on radiant
        shores
where
        the sun
goes up,
         when 
the moon 
         is low...