Sunlight

 

In summer, in the morning, my play was to

Catch the sunlight

For the rays of the sun glowed on the floor

With gay colour and bright

I grew up sitting there with a cloth

To weave the rays into it

And when wind blew, I saw it dance

As is to its beat.

As I grew up I viewed the world

With eyes

Which had learnt to spot the difference

Between truth and lies.

The world was filled

With treachery and deceit

Even the helpless of all, people were trying to cheat

I wished to be like Rapunzel

Locked in a tower

And to alight in the world

In a better hour

At this time came

A friend out of the dark

And set me about

As happy as a lark

When I need to get away

From this world’s trend

The sun takes the place of my mentor,

My friend.

 

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a lovely idea...to weave the sunlight into a cloth. Very intriquing write, truly enjoyable this early morning. Thank you so much for sharing. Keep up the great work.
Light,
Siddartha