On the horizon, dancing waltzes with the end of the Earth, she casts the shadows of crumbling caryatids on the listless sand. I'm standing on the shoreline and hoping for an evening rain to fall. The chemicals bouncing through my mind, twist her, turn her until she becomes the entire world. She's almost gone now; and with her death, the birth of night. So, I wait for her sister to cast her warming smile; and although not as beautiful, warm my bones as I yearn to see her again.