The Sun

Sun in the center crowning horizon Spilling through valleys, soaks into leaves Light in the morning, clawing through unprepared eyes Thief of sleep and sight, decider of life That blooming orb of flame Its constant daggers Imbuing dust with thought To languish under its watch Sun in the center rejecting horizon Warping landscapes, dehydrating skies Unknowable vastness of temporal majesty heat singed strands, unraveling braids This stretching ring of flame Its lunar occlusion Alignment of bodies and sight Encircling ring of dusk Night sky smoldering Solar soliloquy interrupted Witness the sun overtaken Reminder of dark’s omnipresence Golden light pooling in vacant chambers The womb of nothing Black from which no light escapes This sun will burn out Outlived by space which held it The bladed sun whose rays pierce into our minds The moon between brings stars to midday sky The cold of space soaks into the desert floor And through it all the sun still burns