Warm By the Dying Sun

Warm By the Dying Sun

A Poem by Holly M. May

Here we sit,

The air brushes our skin,

Hoping to hold on to warmth as it grows cold and grey,

Our breathing grows quicker as we grow near.

Our hands touch as the sun touches the sea,

The heat of our lips press the tender flesh,

Like the rays makes the waves blush.

Here we sit,

Watching the dying sun,

As it flares its flame, its passion.

The sky is becoming dark now,

Now as you leave, my Sun,

Leaving me, your beloved Sea, in the dark

My sobs roll, and never cease.

© 2012 Holly M. May


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I loved how this was like a description of a couple's relation ship. One is the sun the other the sea, bound by love and separated by force. Lovely.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is a very well written poem holly :) I like it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


why do i think of volk, again in this?

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is a really good poem,a jaw dropping work that really works well,and as the other reviewers notes,one of the best poems you can find at the moment on this site.Great.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is potent. I am a fan of short and poignant writes. This is one of the best poems I have come come across on here in awhile.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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this is an extremely thought provoking write

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on January 20, 2012
Last Updated on March 31, 2012
Tags: love, lost, metaphors, poetry, symbolism, sun, ocean

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Hello, my name is Holly M. May and I like to think of myself, like many, as an author of sorts. I will warn you now I tend to write dark stories and poems; if you enjoy that style you have found the .. more..

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