Jeroun
09-20-2007, 12:22 PM
I just wrote this poem down in one session: it isn't very good (and probably quite cheesy). I posted it here because that's better then doing nothing with it, right? (It could contain spelling mistakes though)
Fear & Relief
When night reaches its end
the time dreaded by the sun
He has to shine his light
over all the scars earth knows.
Who wouldn't dread such a task?
To see if night's action killed day's joy.
Still the sun rises every day
slowly, one peek at a time.
Will the rivers still be blue?
that forest remain untouched?
polar bears roam the ice-caps?
Will it be as he left it?
When daytime ends
sun turns around
takes one last look
like a father puts his child to sleep
Longed to stay
Keep watch
The purple messenger of night
chased him away
Purple becomes darkness
Darkness becomes light
Fear and relief
the (eternal), internal fight
Though one day
sun will come
like it always did
always will
Rivers flow
Flowers grow
Grass moves
with the summer breeze.
The sun will stop
for something is missing.
The sun will stop
for it is numbing.
No stone towers' smoke
No crowded beaches
He will wonder: where
have they gone to?
He looks for them
in the soothing shadows of trees,
in boats crossing seas.
They have left.
The sun?
He does what he's
always done.
Shining his light.
At day's end
he still looks back,
hoping to see that
someone is still here.
That someone
feels his light
filling the heart,
feeling content.
Fear & Relief
When night reaches its end
the time dreaded by the sun
He has to shine his light
over all the scars earth knows.
Who wouldn't dread such a task?
To see if night's action killed day's joy.
Still the sun rises every day
slowly, one peek at a time.
Will the rivers still be blue?
that forest remain untouched?
polar bears roam the ice-caps?
Will it be as he left it?
When daytime ends
sun turns around
takes one last look
like a father puts his child to sleep
Longed to stay
Keep watch
The purple messenger of night
chased him away
Purple becomes darkness
Darkness becomes light
Fear and relief
the (eternal), internal fight
Though one day
sun will come
like it always did
always will
Rivers flow
Flowers grow
Grass moves
with the summer breeze.
The sun will stop
for something is missing.
The sun will stop
for it is numbing.
No stone towers' smoke
No crowded beaches
He will wonder: where
have they gone to?
He looks for them
in the soothing shadows of trees,
in boats crossing seas.
They have left.
The sun?
He does what he's
always done.
Shining his light.
At day's end
he still looks back,
hoping to see that
someone is still here.
That someone
feels his light
filling the heart,
feeling content.