No spoken words exchanged as the orange illuminates their souls; the worship begins.
The colour of love fills each one with hope. A kiss, a prayer, a tear, offered to the burning ball above.
The absolute power radiates; a touch, a glance and soft spoken word now shared.
His now fading solar makes way for her; its her time now.
She comes to share her glow with a billion twinkles from a dark space.
The tribe now dispersing with knowing smiles, they send their wishes and peace.
Dedicated to my beautiful friend Maria K