Our Sun
Our Sun
on edge
of world
signals
days rush
has finished,
dusk, and
twilight
time begins.
Our Sun’s
warmth stays;
it’s love
still warms,
removes, the
shadows from
our souls.
Moon,
a lightened mirror,
rising on a
darkened
world,
allows
Our Sun’s,
reflected light
to shine,
to remove
the darkness,
and uncertainty
from our lives.
Our Sun is
always free,
no charge
given to
light and warm
our hearts, our souls,
our lives.
11-12-2008
poem by Bob Blackwell
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.