The Burning Sun
I’ve seen the sun rise
With my very eyes.
Burning its way through the skies.
Illumination in every position.
Burning with vigor as in literature.
Until finally it dives.
Only to rise and to fly again.
I close my eyes that I may see;
the fire in me.
But I only find a dark sea.
My bright dive promises no rise.
Now I cannot see, everything that could be.
An illumination of countless destinations,
A guide which left nothing to hide.
If only to be a sunrise with no demise.
A hope without scope.
But here I see what was once hidden in me,
And perhaps it could be,
The sunrise I was waiting to see…