The Sun Survives For Me
The sun became a sitting star
The sun had risen
but would not rise
petrified in angled style
Today the sun
survived
The clouds blended
Unlike their past
A softness ruled
The streaks of vast
The blue had purged
the heaven skies
and all below
enjoyed surprise
Winds to water
brushing, finely
winds to beauty
eyes blindly
The world did well
to hand and hold
A human happiness
Did not get sold
A time of new
Not terribly old
And then
A simple roll
What was pristine and crystallized
would break and crack
to realize
What must be lost
a bit of cold
A sound so deep
A tear
so bold
Enough for the sun
the rower behind
A softened cloud
of darker kind
An ominous glow
scarred the streaks
and powdered heavens
with powdered cheeks
The sound then came
a glum surprise
The winds that wailed
But lacked their lies
A sliver of light
Would soon take flight
Standing sun
Black clouds would run
As the sun would sit
behind