The colours of the setting sun easing their fire (feverishly) onto the beaming snow. Imagining You madly in love, tipping that little flare of Your Light over the edge of the world with the laughter of a child or a lover, delicately, so delicately. Emptying an Eternity of Love on us again.
And my sodapop mind trying to scoop up the boundless ocean of You--No.
Empty me of me. Now lemme take You in. A glass can only spill what it contains.
