Upon pondering the Sunrise’s beams stinging my eyes
I like to write just before i take my mid-morning nap! :)
The sun moves across the sky
Like a painter moving his brush along the top of an egg.
The line he draws we see only
As a single point
At a single time
But it is Nature’s great belt, spanning the sky at once.
And when he, the sun, falls,
His brothers and sisters aggregate.
We see them as pinholes in the dome
Which used to be painted into two halves by a girdle.
These specks of light too,
Like sand in a gentle pool of water,
Drift and glide before our eyes though we may not see it.
The sun, the moon, the stars, all at once
Make a kaleidoscope of the skies.
Beneath this palate,
This Sistine of azure,
Men toil and play games,
War,
Chess,
Checkers,
Wooing,
And though great pith and moment
May throw us into vats of waters murky and grey,
Clouded and mislead, lied to and stolen from,
All the words, love, or hatred I can muster,
Will never taint, add to, or alter the azure’s painted luster.
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