A Million Suns

poetboy123

Windows collapse under the weight of dawn

All its admirers slip free from the covers shackles

Laying in the mint green fields to fawn

Its infinite majesty, the sun

It burns and it bristles, it commands and it crackles

A golden ray sweeping the dark debris of night

An orb of hope, fleshless and bleeding light

Until the dawn of night

 

The dusk of day, the dawn of night

No magnificent sphere to catch our sight

A scarred moon conjures no delight

Only waves of sorrow wishing for a light trite

 

Yet amongst the void devoid of light

Lie a million suns that greet our sight

Is our sun not but a star?

A million more can be seen afar

Hope lives on, whether by day or by night

In every burning sphere and in the candlelight

 

  • Author: poetboy123 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2019 20:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • marijoy

    Love your poem honoring our great majesty, the sun. Thanks

    • poetboy123

      Thank you very much! Have a nice day!

    • Poetic Dan

      Dam! What a goosebump of a read, your flow has been missed my friend. To others it may not mean much but to rest it is like sitting under the sun.

      This was a great one!
      Always appreciated
      Much peace and respect

      • poetboy123

        I've been missing my flow for a while, but this one felt good! Thank you for the input friend.



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