Unwanted Sun

I keep Trying to lay down My Pen, but everywhere I Go, It follows Me... On My Desk leering, at Work staring, and even in My Bed... Oh God, What is Wrong with Me?

And, The Words... I Fear that We have Merged, Totally, They are Now so A Part of Me.

And, How to divorce Your other-Half, perhaps Your Best Half? Damn It, Why would You want to? As more Words pour from Me, a flood, ink is My Blood...

Sun City

Image: Ben Bonart

Saatchi Art Canada

Unwanted Sun

Each and every

A day

Always the same

Burning the Brightest

As a game

Time spent

Ever Ending

Even as just Begun

Prayed to

Prayed for

The heat so warm

We till our soils

The Light

Our Holy Salvation

And I come

And all run

Like instinctual reaction

Reaching for the shade

Saying

For We live on shadow

The Sun just Smiles

For what can He do

But Shine

These are His Moments

Ordained at Beginning of Time

And still the storms simmer

Prepare your umbrellas

For how dare

The Sun presume

For Night reigns too

Seduced by Her Own Visage

Weeping illusions into You

The Sun

Seeing the ending come

Begins knocking on Doors

My Job is Done

Surely The Sun has safe haven

For a nightly passage

Restful for New Morning

And another Sun

Michael

31.03.2026