Sunrise, Sunset, Sunburn

Home is a place
i no longer recognize
these eyes; once
celadon sunlight
can no longer distill
the sun in the sky
from the horizon line
which, at sunrise
held worlds; held everything

it used to bring
and hold so much magic
and promise and possibility
i used to want to
walk it like a tightrope
the thin stretch of life
would be ours alone
i'd build our home
where dreams can't die

we'd kiss the stars
and one another
goodnight

but now, home
is only the skin
i am stitched into
not the dreams
i longed to cling to

so i will sit here; resolute
and stare into
that horizon line
until our sunset
becomes a sunrise