He shines with the strength of a million suns, but the distance between us is impossible to span, and I can now only make him out as a faint glimmer..
The sky has been clouded for some time, and there are already parts of it which have been blocked out entirely; the haze is thickening and my memory is fading.
I may be thankful, at least, that he has dimmed to the point that he no longer blinds me to all else.
I may be thankful that he will continue to blaze long after he recedes from my vision.
And I may be thankful that he continues to cast light upon so many others.
Created: Mar 23, 2011Dreamweav3er Document Media