Burning Bright Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

These are
the last days
of the sun.

Behold the sun
is gloriously
burning bright.

The last days
of a solitary sun
burning into contemplation.

A bright supernova
among darker
background constellations.


I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright

come walk in
the consuming light
I leave for you.

I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright

come dance
come celebrate the passage
left by a blazing light.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock