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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

LIFE AND DEATH OF THE SUN







The Life and Death of the Sun



The cold autumn sun
            Is fading so slow,
She's looking for something
            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness
           That she can peek in
That's swept clean of clutter
            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories
           That cannot be seen
           Like the tasting of kisses 
           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in
           And the light crawls away
          Then the owls and the shadows
           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting
           For the night to pass by
          And they hold and caress her
         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon
      Needs to shine to be heard
      Like the growl of the tiger
       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting
     And she shivers and sighs
     Watching, yearning for dawning
     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning
     She awakes full of light
     Leaves still falling like teardrops
     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter
There behind Summer's heat
Spring is only faint memory
And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal
Be it cold, hot or rain
And she shines up the darkness
With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not
But she looks evermore
In the morning and noon time
And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn
Like a leaf in the wind
And the snow, soon will chill her
Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining
Tales are told 'bout her spark
Men believe she's a Ruler
But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out
On that day, no one knows
And the night will reign endless
In the world when she goes.





©by Voo
Nov 28, 2010
7:48 p.m.

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