Solarplexity Poem by Preston Simmons

Magnificent beacon of the sky,
What price can I pay
To see you wake?
Would you like
My yearly wages?
Or a measure of the finest gold?
Will these things
Satisfy your desire?
It is my greatest hope they will.

Whether quenched by obscurity
Or made for hire,
Your glimmering arms even reach
The lonely man
Upon his perch.

Even in winter's breath you lie
Beyond the shadowing mists.
What force unveils your celestial countenance?
For you are the light of the world
Displayed.

What is your purpose for this earth?
To guide man's ways through tears?
Or are you completing a cycle
Of life
Or death
Renewed?

With a new desire to rise
We have a world placed in our care.
Under the direction of your silent power
We will find
The generations we must rear.