Westward Bound Poem by Walterrean Salley

The sun is westward bound.

Daily rising in the east, it casts its rays,
Creating the first light of day.
Ever climbing higher, it displays itself
Brilliantly like a shining globe—
Reflecting upon the oceans,
Seas, rivers and lakes—
All bodies of water in its wake.

Its touch influences all life:
Human plant and animal.
It forms the mysterious phenomenon,
known as "shadow."
Noon is its zenith
As it perches high up in the sky.

The farther west it goes,
The older the day grows.
And to conclude its eventful journey—
The sun often sets with silver-lined clouds
Or a sapphire sky.
Or just a vast vault of ocean blue.

While 'setting' upon the east,
(Where dwellers retire) ,
It 'rises' in the west,
Bringing light to inhabitants
Who are just starting out
To greet the day.

© 2009 W.S.