His radiance once burned razor sharp, directed blue and laser thin
as through an ophthalmoscope to my exposed eye, leaving me blurry
and oversensitive, a light hangover during which normal sensation
overwhelmed my receptors, I could not protect myself or close
my pupils.
Setting sun rests softly now on the shoulders of the Olympics,
glowing deep orange, an otherworldly beauty shimmers off
the winter crest of snow and ice before fading to black.
All that’s left is memory of the mountain’s splendor:
yesterday’s sunset, yesterday’s love.
It always takes me a few minutes to have the words to respond after one of your poems reaches me like that. So beautiful. So powerful. Wow.
I love this.