Prince of the Sun
As morning breaks upon the land
He shows his gentle, loving hand;
He sweeps away the gloom of night,
and plunges to his daily flight.
Sing we now of the glory of the Sun,
Sing we now for the day has come;
A victor stands before the throne,
a champion comes to claim his own.
Mounting higher in the sky,
he rides his chariot of fire;
holding high his sword of light,
the shadows flee before his might.
Sing we now of the power of the Sun,
Sing we now for the day is done;
our champion of grace and might,
takes to himself the crown of light.
His radiant beauty fills the west,
as the world is put to rest;
He crowns the day with crimson fire,
our hopes and dreams there to inspire
Sing we now of the beauty of the sun,
sing we now for the day is done,
sing we now for what’s to come,
sing we now of the setting of the Sun.
1997
aka Taliesin Flynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem