King of day queen of night

The sun in rivers does run, to its sea on the ground

wetting all around, reflected echoes resound, yet not a sound is found

Currents of light pour morning to night, islands of shade drowned

An incoming tide won't be denied under rule of Helios crowned

From below shadows grow, dark hands reach to the sky

Out of a star challis sip, firm in Isis grip, drink moon dreams supply

Drunk in sleep, images creep evaporated light sun's sea dry

a tomb turned womb, sleep deep with the queen on high

Reviews

[Marie]

Wow! What an amazing and very powerfully penned poem! You sketch a beautiful picture for your reader of the sun shining on the river as it runs to its love the sea to be united with it as the daylight turns to nighttime and shadows grow beneath the sky. The connection between the night sky and the earth below is like that of a hand hovering above the strings of a harp teasing the air with a secret sound and only you could create such a mystical bond, dear Soren. SO enjoyed reading and am very grateful to you for so kindly sharing with me this evening. Wishing you a very lovely evening and a magical new week ahead too...

[Soren]

Thank you so much Marie it is appreciated

[Marie]

Most welcome, dear poet...

[Writergurl]

This is amazing, vivid imagery.
Love the rhyme scheme as well.
Wonderful write

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your encouragement it is deeply appreciated

[Writergurl]

Not a problem.

[Ken Simm.]

Reminds me of my beloved Western Isles. So evocative.

[Soren]

Thank you Ken for the read and comment it is appreciated