Before the Sun

Arisen and fallen doth the sun acquire,

Its unwelcoming light numbers the moons to come.

Men pray for strength, will, and a fire,

Though it only bestows the blessed gift to some.

Unfortunate clouds rally over my memory,

Bringing a mist to my eyes though rain may not fall.

The fiends corner my heartbeat and it's dark history,

Again the blood flows to its call.

Oh how I have sought the end to this madness,

The end that nary may be too forgone.

The horizon shall not quench my thirst or take my sadness,

Nor shall it bring light to this simplistic pawn.

Alas there is the light for me yet,

That one protruding ray of hope.

Its face is that of my kin and allies I have met,

I grasp tight as they pull on that rope.

Across the sky dost the chariot return to its sleep,

We who reek with pain and disorient follow suite.

Our work is finished and we look to dreams that we pray to reap,

But I simply request serenity that is soothing as the lute.

No time, no deed, no smile to find,

The horse rider will cross the heavens without cease.

Perhaps the morrow will choose to be kind,

And at last may the sun bring me peace.

-March 2013