Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Figment Sun

I sleep thinking of the sun
Only to wake
still thinking of the sun
And no hour ticks
without a thought of the sun
The sun who kept me whole

Curtain drawn and this door closed
I thought the sun
I'd see no more
But such a gem, a charm is the sun
She shines through curtain,
knocks through door closed

Such is my curse to have seen the sun
This sun who kept me whole

Who by smile, by shine
by being just her, oh sweet delight!
Took time to share
her shine with me
Took time to give me
a smile

Where is this sun
who brought the fine day to me?

She shines still (I think)

Though no longer here

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