Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


The Sun


An arras woven
In intercalating gold threads
Hung from the heavens
A body of effulgence
A colossal sphere of light
Perched on azure meadows
Bequeathing on the enslaved man
The oscillatory rituals
Of the circadian clock

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013
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