Illustration by Ananya Kumar
As the sun grazes over the cool, grey sea,
Shadows come alive in the jet-inked sky.
Slowly sinking, she gives in to his pull,
She sleeps and waits, for his morning due-call.
He follows in her wake, one archway behind,
A quick, glimpse, before passing the line.
Her warmth still perfumes, the void that is now,
Before his cold, loneliness, takes over the night.
In her sleep, she envisions, a world at a still,
A timeless Eden, a sphere at a rest.
Now duties, relieved, she sets a new pace,
To reach his wake — up, time for light!