Sun

Kind of a sequel to my previos poem Moon as requested.

You're the light at the end of the tunnel

The point I follow out of the darkness

The light of my day

The laughter that ends my sadness

 

A world without you is unbearable,

The darkness incomparable.

You are the Day to my Night.

You are the Sun to my Moon.

You are my warmth,

My Sun

Author's Note

As requested, here it is. The product of my apparent boredom. Hope you enjoy comments are welcome.

Reviews

[Rahul]

Yeah, i enjoyed this piece, well...it's cold weather here and little or tiny drops of rain're falling outside, wind's still outside and i'm enjoying the weather...
anyway, you memorized about sunny days and believe me i really don't love sunny days...lol, i love cold weather and monsoons...:)
if you write your next write on MONSOONS or ON WEATHERS...don't forget to let me know...:P
i'd love to read...:)

[Amber_A]

I'll see if I can come up with something. I'm always looking for ideas! :)

[ANTO]

Its as if you intercepted my thoughts at this moment exactly Amber. I welled up. I may be hormonal but the words are like hammers made of feathers striking my soul-chords.

[WilliamAllen]

This is what I want. This is great. The moon poem was cute, and created deep thoughts, but was a little seperated. I like this poem because is aimed. It's really cute and seems like something you could pick a guitar up and sing a small hymn. I like it a lot. Boredom, in my opinion, brings the best writing sometimes.