i would call you my sun
though there are others
whose words are
more elegant than mine
those who are able to
spin tales of light and dark
sorrow and loss
far more eloquently than i

but i would call you my sun
for like a flower
i bask in the warmth
of your smile
and revel in the
brightness of your laughter

i would call you my sun
for i watched you slip away
leeching my world
of color and light
leaving me stranded
amidst an eclipse of emotion
i know intimately
and it fills me horror

i would call you my sun
for without your presence
i huddle in the darkness
fearful of the strangeness
that lives outside the
halo of your warmth

i would call you my sun
as i wrap myself in the
deep rich velvet blackness
of a night without end
tears clouding eyes
that cannot see anyway

i would call you my sun
all senses straining
reaching for any hint
of the receding of the dark
that would precede your return

i would call you my sun
for i am cold
lifeless
hollow
as i await
your dawn

08/28/2007

Author's Note: i thank Jeffrey Parren for the inspiration for this one.

Posted on 08/28/2007
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