The Sun Has Died Poem by Barry Middleton

the sun has died without regret
it would not wait for me
the black beyond the glow of dusk
demands its bitter fee

I hedged my bet as best I could
but loans must all come due
the sea reclaims the darkened beach
as colors bid adieu

the silhouettes of restive palms
have blended with the night
to leave me in this dismal place
without the faintest light

within the sightless gloom of grief
the waves yet whisper lies
to lure me to the evening sea
where empty stars now rise

I nod to hidden mermaids there
then turn and walk away
still they must know I will return
when bets are called some day