Thank you, Night

anthropomorphism of the "beloved" Sun.

I have grown tired of the sun.

I tremble, blinded by its mere presence

What a perfect creation

Eternal, dependable

Two things I am not.

The sun will rise undoubtedly every day

I rose this morning, but no more

Wind! Lift me up into 

the familiar and comforting night

there, the eternal orb cannot eclipse my dim light.

Alas, I am dulling by the hour.

Darkness, my friend, 

I wallow in you.

My fading light shines brightly in you, Night.

I am so grateful.

To not transcend me is a merciful thing.

Thank you, Night.

Reviews

[Brendan McCallum]

Don't understand 'I do, but will not' a contradiction at best, I like the play with dark and light, you cannot have one without the other, they come as a pair you know and despite that entanglement they will never share a day.... there is a poem in there somewhere... good luck... Bren