TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Mr Sun - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Mr. Sun breaking the held night with morning rays,
had by its glistening beams each day,
a gift had from high heaven bringing sight to stay.
Sunlight bright glow waves to convert a dawn rise,
chasing the dark into the cave low shadows,
in slow hits on wet dew taking it upwards away.
Beams struck dwelling which held me a had tang,
through smudged glass its seen to ping,
a spark bright show it sing beneath window's shade.
His light in efforts searched room to see me,
finding me in the bed I'm stretched but awoken,
from its blinding glare sight into face I flee away.
Mr. Sun in patience warmth roamed the room's walls,
crossed bed edge crept along its hall,
determined him in some fun to play.
Sparkles yielded bent in mirror to leap mid-way air,
they high hopped on my long growing back hair,
it twinkled fair below neck at my head.
Light in silent endeavors creep in forwards tips,
bounce from there over shoulder struck my naked nip,
blast a heat chip in the eye.
Mr. Sun to awake me from death hell,
a proof by illumination its 'Good Morning' to say hi bell as funny,
it's had screamed yell of life.
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