Sun of New

Through the rusted-pane window I saw,

An illuminated horizon I didn't know at all.

It crept up slowly,

Over the cornfield so tall,

And grazed over the hedges to peek,

Into the house and onto my cheek,

Inching its way over the floor to sweep,

The dust motes onto the baseboards,

Its vast rays openly soared,

Onto the wall to graze the paint,

Pompous and bright like a blazing saint,

Not minding my squint,

Not open to subtle hints,

Proud and new it shone bright,

Engulfing my world without slight,

The curtains are open wide,

There is nothing more to hide,

Please, please, come inside,

I will you, boast your pride.

My eyes may hurt,

My skin may redden,

Your rays may parch and deaden,

And still, I adore you,

And still, I endure your hue

Sun of old,

Sun of bold,

Sun of many tales betold,

Sun of new,

Sun of true,

Sun of view.

-FractalLuna-

Reviews

[Lorry]

Saw this play out in golden colours and hues as the words played in my mind, conjuring images of quiet awe in quiet contemplation of forgetting what truly is important in life that we too often take for granted. Beautiful write.

[FractalLuna]

It had been a beautifully rainy day-much needed on our parched land- and I was sitting with the blinds and curtains wide open to the west, when suddenly I was blinded by the bright beast under the low clouds on the horizon. It was dazzling against the grey and sparked this poem.
Thank you for your kind review!

[Lorry]

Then it was a good day :)
You're welcome.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nice write. Liked the rhyming and that it has a lot of imagery. Tyfs!

[FractalLuna]

Thank you for your kind review!