Bound

The contrast between the existence or appearance of light and dark is as old as this world itself. The clash of the two opposites have been used as the inspiration for the authors of literally countless works of original creation including books, plays, poetry, movies, ancient manuscripts, great works of art and many other mediums of communication. The legacy of the great struggle between the darkness and the light has been played out ever since the two powers were separated on the fourth day. The celestial bodies have since that time been acting out their well-ordered play in the heavens while inspiring the imaginations of the citizens of earth to explore the heights of radiance and depths of the voluminous void created by light’s absence. As one following in the footsteps of such greatness I cannot hope to do proper justice to these lofty apprehensions. Yet, I have once again dipped my pen in an attempt to reflect upon the movements of these contrasting ideas and, I think, to express a curious analogy found between the lines and meanings of these few verses. Without further ado: Part I.

~ Jon ~

A Shackled Sun

A crimson red across the sky
The painted stripes of dying day,
Cry out in anguish: help us nigh,
Preserve the light, please make it stay.

Defiant sphere it shall not die,
Titanic struggle to remain,
Ablaze, unsunken, hanging high,
Approaching night – our sun’s dark bane.

Its glory road stretched on and on,
All day its warmth shone far and bright,
Yet as it nears the temporal con,
It fades and falls and dims its light.

The whole expanse with sorrow sighs,
Its clouds weep tears like falling rain,
From valleys echo birds’ goodbyes,
The sun is shackled; dark with pain.

Oh how the world has turned this day,
It’s seen the joys and highs and lows,
All with sun’s light that’s gone away,
Like fallen petals of a rose.

Darkened clouds spread heavy air,
Now his final glow has gone;
With baited breath Creation fair,
Awaits the singing of the Dawn.