she hung in the western sky
a remnant of her former glory
in pale array and bleached
when faced with her ignition
very nearly a mirage out
on the hemisphere where
what's old wanders off to
she too had wandered there
in the time when lights pass
between wake and sleep and
rusty skies and cracked open eyes
in the receding silence and
pooling hum of morning
she sank into her enormity
moments left to catch the
eyes of early risers and
dreams for delayed slumber
of others and of herself
dreams of nightly reign as
goddess aglow still brighter
across the glitter of snow
clinging to memories of
revelries danced beneath
her beaming arc, the wishes,
the hope, the light in the dark
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