Two Suns
There was a distinct smell of engine fluid all around me.
Everyone seemed to ignore the brightness coming through the giant side opening of the ship.
Like heaven’s light,
I followed suit.
Where will it take me?
I stood on the edge of the ship’s side rail.
The smell of the engine fluid was now the smell of the cigarettes that were being burned next to me.
The lungs of the Marine inhaled the poison as the ashes burned and bore irrritation to is throat, aware that his death will come.
From a bullet? Maybe.
Lung cancer? Perhaps.
But death will come, so today he will smoke and watch the sunrise.
The ship’s engines roared as the dawn drew close.
The sun cracked the ocean’s distant line.
The deep orange glow outlined the horizon to an indefinite point not visible to the eye,
but like all beautiful things,
it stretched across the vast ocean into a darkness.
The light from the sun had not yet touched all of it.
I looked, with shivering eyes, carrying pain.
Pain, maybe from my recent heartbreak.
Pain, from wintessing death.
Pain, from solitude.
Pain, from somewhere.
A beautiful melancholic feeling.
I closed my eyes and imprinted the moment in my mind and pictured something beautiful.
At the end of this orange glow I picture a smiling face of a lost soul,
they too seek fulfillment and peace.
She too stood still at the edge of the ocean as the November breeze scorched her face.
Pale-faced blue eyed,
Her name? Maybe Roslyn.
What about Elizabeth?
How about Lesbia?
Can it be Brooklynn?
Perhaps, Linda...
Her sky, maybe filled with gloom?
Her sun.... It too sits on the horizon.
She wonders, when will it be over?
Her pain, maybe from her recent heartbreak.
Pain, from wintessing death.
Pain, from her solitude.
Pain, from somewhere.
Somewhere she doesn’t know.
There’s an emptiness in her that she can’t explain.
She’s overwhelemed by circumstances that only the strong can survive, but she doesn’t know it.
She stands short, with weak knees from holding so much anguish.
Her tears burn as they force themselves out of her eyes.
Her snot trickles in and out of her nose from the cold.
No, from the sadness she’s trying to hide.
Her oceananic eyes draw themselves to the setting sun.
She can’t understand why.
It’s cold,
Her face burns from the icy wind,
The silence around her pulls her feet to the ground.
She’s allowing gravity to keep her there,
Looking at the sun set.
She doesn’t know why.
But I do.
She feels my touch.
She feels my longing for her.
She feels my breath.
My love.
My desires for her to wait for me.
I open my eyes and my sun continues to rise.
Meanwhile, her's sets.
She’s on the other side of the world and doesn’t know that I’m watching her sun set as she’s watching my sun rise.
We will meet one day.
Until then,
Know that I will love you.