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.
-
Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2018 07:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Offline)
Comments2
I love this
Thank you Gabriella.
until the next time.
very satisfying
Thank you for reading my work.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.