Sunrise Poem by John Prophet

I
watch,
it shines,
golden in its
reflections.
It
rises, bathing
all
in its
splendor.
I
see it all
clearly now.
Years of
accumulated
knowledge.
A gift beyond
understanding.
Days
flip over,
one after
another.
Speeding up
days
seem to be.
Sunrise after
sunrise,
days
careening along,
piling up
behind.
Looking up,
I see the
source
bright,
darkness
retreating.
How many
more
will there be?
Soon,
sunrise
will end,
darkness
prevails.