The Sun. Not particularly beautiful, yet impossible to miss. She enters the room and you glimpse her in the corner of your eye. You barely see her but the atmosphere changes. The warmth slowly seeping in as she moves around, light-hearted conversations condense into more tangible acquaintances.
You edge towards her, hesitantly drawn towards her warmth. You catch yourself. You stop, behold her light, content to watch her from the shadows.
Your eyes meet. A flash, an instant of utter brilliance you are blinded as you stare directly into her brightness. And as the spots fade you are out of the shadows, basking directly under her glow, savouring the warmth but cautious of getting too close.
She approaches, you watch as her lips curve slightly upwards. You avoid her gaze, apprehensive of the effects of your exposure to such brilliance.
Hello. Hey.
You converse and reverse and traverse through the vast landscapes of minds, a slow dance escalating into a tango.
Forward. Back. Twirl.
Your voices raise and so do your eyes and they collide, your gazes and it is noon. Noon because warmth has become heat and you know you have reached a peak.
Your steps falter and the rhythm relaxes. You feel less like Icarus as words glide more smoothly over one another, sentences and ideas intertwining, combining.
The clock struck 12.
You turn to glare at the offending timepiece, annoyed by the harsh, vulgar chimes and as you look back, the Sun is almost gone. You reach out, grasping at the last rays of her light as the unforgiving cold creeps in.
She turns and her lips curve upwards. This time, you look into her eyes and you SEE. The hues attack you with such force you are forced to stagger back, helpless as she takes her leave and you are imprinted with a heartbreakingly beautiful sunset.
