A Sole Sun from Dawn to Dusk

A Sole Sun from Dawn to Dusk

The sun rose,

Near a central cloud,

Scattering its rays

Across the peacock feathers

Brushing the sky.

The sun set,

Under mythological Greek characters,

Amidst ancient tales of old,

Retold by the clouds,

In dusk’s colour’s glows.

In between the rise and set

The crystal sea

Captured the clouds

As the mirror

Holding eternity;

And the characters’ horse’s heads

Galloped out of the ocean

Before diving back in

With their mane’s spray

Before the shore.

Watching this glory?

Only me.

Seeing this magical scenery?

Only me.

For there was no-one standing next to me.

I sigh in learned trust and faith,

At the feet of ancient tales,

And think: “What a waste.

Why didn’t God want to share this magic?

Stored and recalled

In two minds

And not just one?”