The Sun is Risen

The Sun is Risen

I fell fitfully asleep for but a few hours

and then awoke in the still quiet night.

For hours, I stared off into the emptiness,

my mind a turmoil I could not control.

My swirling spirit forces me to rise reluctantly

as my eyes see it is only three-hour past midnight.

I stand before the glass door that opens to the lake

the coldness that is beyond it, beckons me.

As I peer through the darkness, I cannot see the lake

nor do I see any stars or moon above.

On the far shore, I see the lights of man,

and I wonder what of those beneath those lights.

I am sure some are asleep snug in their beds,

but is it a dream filled sleep or an empty sleep.

There are those who sleep alone in the cold,

while others snuggle close to another.

A few souls may be fully awake

and their entwined bodies rapt in pleasure.

Some may be trembling in fear and the cold

without a fellow soul to comfort them.

I feel a pain with a very sharp vengeance,

with long barbed thorns thrust into my head.

The hurt goes deep and I seek comfort,

I lean forward and my forehead touches the glass.

Oh thank you blessed coolness enter me,

and I feel the cold surround my head.

I think of my hands and the scares upon them,

and I place them against the glass.

I thrust my chest against the lovely dark cool,

and my heart beats slower at its touch.

The coolness spreads from my chest and down my body,

it flows to my right side and relieves the pain that is there.

My feet throb and I know the scars they have,

and I move my feet closer and sense the cold.

I must sleep; I cry if only for a while,

my spirit craves that dark sweet oblivion.

My ears suddenly hear the undulating waves outside,

dark waves one after another crash into shore.

Each pitch-black swell I welcome

and wave after wave passes through me.

As each wave recedes back into the lake,

it takes pieces with it from the shore.

As each wave flows back it washes over my mind

and torturing thoughts are sweetly taken away.

I feel my body sliding down and one last thought plagues me,

why have I been forsaken by the light?

My mind foggily awakes and I am confused as,

I slowly open my eyes I see I am on the floor curled up.

I feel a warmth against my shins,

I see it is my faithful companion with her furry back nestled beside me.

I slowly, stand up as my aching muscles and joint's protest

and I turn facing the lake once more.

As I look out on the surface, I see it is calm,

and I realize there is a faint glow east ward.

I quietly slide the glass door open taking care not to awaken anyone,

I feel the cool wood from the deck below my bare feet.

I watch mesmerized as it gets brighter

and the sky and the lake start to change.

At first, I see a pale pink as it spreads across both

than it mixes with a soft orange.

I see a small wedge of the sun as it starts to ascend,

and in no time the entire bloated orb is above the horizon.

The deep orange glow spreads across the lake and shoots across the water,

a narrow shaft of bright light points at my body.

The day is reborn from the darkness as it has many times,

and warmth once again returns.

My spirit quickens, and my heart soaks in inspiration

as my mind feels the joyous light, and I am reborn.

The sun is risen and the light has not forsaken me, in this frozen moment,

I know I am in the right place at the correct time.

Reviews

[Vikingche]

This was a beautiful piece depicting a moment in life I am sure many can relate to. Incredibly physical-the reader easily slips into the skin and mind, of this character.