Sunrise

Sunrise

A Poem by Angel of Chaos

The sun is rising
too fast for some
As night time fades
I lust after the sun

But its warmly touch
is but a dream for me
For if I am graced with it
I would be greeted with death's celerity

So I drift off slowly
in to the shadows of early morn'
Thinking and dreaming
of the life I still mourn

I can no longer dance
with the sun's radiance
Or feel the heat
slowly trickle upon my skin

It is my most passionate desire
to reach out and feel its embrace
To let it cavort over my flesh
and skitter across my face

One day I will give in
to greet it with open arms
But today is not it
For I am still in lust with its charm

© 2014 Angel of Chaos


Author's Note

Angel of Chaos
I am in a poetry group and I had to "write what I see". The picture shown is the one that was given.

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A beautiful poem. Good to lust for the sun. Today with 15 inches of snow in the Detroit area. I would happy dance for a warm sunny day. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


Angel of Chaos

10 Years Ago

My body was not built to handle the cold. I hope you stay warm. I am glad you enjoyed reading this. .. read more
Wow.. you have given such a unique perspective of the sun :) Well done

Posted 10 Years Ago


Angel of Chaos

10 Years Ago

Thank you. :) I have not been able to write for a bit, and was finally granted with some coherent th.. read more
The Nude Writer

10 Years Ago

Good for you! My brain is frozen.. I hope it works soon :) I have ideas.. but cant make them transpi.. read more
Angel of Chaos

10 Years Ago

I am sure they will come. :)
This poem opeened my eyes slowly from slumber to appreciate the sun and eventually the day which is a gift to cherish...Bravo on the task....:)........................

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 6, 2014
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Angel of Chaos
Angel of Chaos

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I attempt at what I call my scribbles.. my words are not eloquent, but they get my message across. Some of my titles may seem dark, but there is always a message in there. Cut Me Open is one of these,.. more..

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