I watch,
it shines,
golden
in its reflections.
It rises,
bathing all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
A gift
beyond understanding.
Years of
knowledge
accumulating.
Days flip over,
one
after another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise
after
sunrise,
days careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I
see the
source bright,
darkness retreating.
How many more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness,
prevails.