Rest

This a summer afternoon,
under the whirring fan I sit,
with a query for the sun rays
that slice through the blinds.
Aren’t you tired of shining
as I am of trying, I ask.

The rays dim, introspecting,
oh, lighting up all else
is a task not easy, sigh they.
But we do rest each night
when the moon takes over.

I move closer to the rays,
into their embrace ,
me they take
whispering as they do,
sometimes we all need
a respite, a break
that much we deserve,
as do you, yes,you do.

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