The Sun Poem by Kristi Mereküla

Vibrant spectrum of amazing colour
Too much, for the soul to bare
Describe it with a word...dolour
Bittersweet indulgence, to stare

I weep in sight, such beauty, silence
Incomprehensible to all
Contradictional in itself, patience
The passing time, reveals a Call

In this state I sit, listen to 4`33“
And wonder, truth? Yes, this may be.
Separated from social ways, it stays
Allowing me... to marvel and gaze.