Did The Sun Hear? - Poem by Lora Colon
This morning the sun rose in a peculiar way,
As if it were afraid to announce the day,
First, with a cautious eye, it scoured the land,
Timid, with a fear of untold reprimand,
Slowly, its ribbons of light were unwinding,
But so pale, they could hardly be called blinding,
What could be the cause of the sun's hesitance?
What could have been said that brought this reticence?
I wonder, did the sun hear my idle threats?
Last night, missing you, I was filled with regrets,
My heart defiled, my pain starting to accrue,
I dreaded facing a new day without you,
And as the morning dawned, I said foolish things:
'How dare the sun rise, knowing the pain it brings!
Has it no compassion, just heartless cruelty?
I wish the sun would drown in a stormy sea!
Its flames be extinguished, leaving but embers,
Crying for the past glory it remembers,
What I wouldn't do to make the sun depart,
Too long has it thrown flaming knives at my heart! '
And so, for my heartbreak, I would blame the sun
And wish for the day to be over and done;
Regretting my folly, I now realize
My words, spoken in angst, were cruel and unwise,
Fear not, Sun, nothing will harm your dazzling flame,
For my pain and loneliness, you're not to blame,
So rise, dear Sun, fill the world with your glory,
I'll cast blame on the night for my purgatory
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