Accept Me, Sun

I'm standing towards the sun

The light warms my hands, my chest, my face

I imagine it enveloping my body, draping, holding

My palms are open wide

My heart expanding

Reaching

For the sunlight is not shining quick enough

And I yearn to be closer

Warmer

Until the fire in my eyes matches that of the blaze inside

Night is creeping behind, persuading sweet amnesia 

But She does not realize that Her darkness has already painted armor around me

Black as the sky I once fell into

And stronger than Her voice

And She will tear as my temples and attempt to whisper into my accepting ears

But Day has graced a golden helmet upon my head

A crown of battles to me fought

And wars to be won

And I will reach for Day's hand, our dream becoming my weapon

I cried in blues the other night

The blue of rising morning light

And I had never felt more beautiful

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nice poem! I lots of imagery and a lovely story.

love this line,
"But Day has graced a golden helmet upon my head"