Waiting For The Sun

Rise My Heart And With it The Dawn of Music

Waiting For The Sun

Sun follows a path blistered with clouds

Pillow soft, cotton white, shredded ghosts

Hung like magic in the sky

Cut by golden light, evaporated into day

Rounding out life the sun comes full circle

With weight, becomes too much

Plunged into darkness

Sooner or later to set on us

No particular design to find tranquility

It goes on and takes us with it

Gravity works that way

Even from a distance

Each orbit takes a turn

Author's Note

The parade of creation, the dawning of life is a waiting game, filled with gravity and the weight that follows. Light things like clouds fill the void as well and tell their story.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

I see so much of nature at play
The forcés That alter and change à Life
So much Packed in these few lines
A cyclical mood set in your words

Quite an intrigue

[Earl Schumacker]

Thank you so much Curiosity. I enjoy your perspective on things. Glad you liked it. Have a wonderful day. Take care. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

i appreciate the science in this expression ...your poem reminded me of just this morning (i live in the forests of the Ozark Mts.) i took the dog out to feed her ..we get up early ..it was around 3:30am ..i looked up and the mist that settles often in the hollers around here ..sometimes rises a little higher ..and from our back deck (as the dog was gorging) that mist was hanging just above the clearing that is our back yard ... your "...shredded ghosts" line brought my recent experience to mind .. tho i did not think of ghosts at the time :)
E.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi E. Nice comments. Thanks. The Ozark Mountains. Talk about the heart in the heart of the nation. It sounds like the definition of nature. Lucky you. Earl

[Einstein Noodle]

very blessed ...doesn't seem real :)