She Burns Madly.

My sister the sun

Marks beginnings

And ends.

(What a purty picture.)

In between

She burns bright and fierce.

She burns madly.

(This one here's purty, too.)

And after her beginnings

(The sky in this one is real purty.)

She ends.

(To the insensitive jerk who told me that my poetry is too sappy and "hippie-style" for his tastes: Yeah? Well, fuck you, buddy. How's that for hippie-style?)