The Sunrise and the Sunset

by Alex   Jun 9, 2008


The sun is my deity.
Born and dead again each day,
Living a thousand diminutive lives.

The lights fading in on the stage of survival,
And the dancers shriek to life in silence.
The hours unfold, and the ribbons are cut as it falls.

The wires skulk to the end
Of each other.
All bursts to life and all are electrocuted again.

The ends of the earth meet,
Balancing delicately on the edge of the universe,
Their brutal kisses mark the end.

For light and dark are lovers,
Meeting in secret elegance,
As twilight bows its familiar skull.

And the goodness is evil,
And the evil wants to be good,
And in their cruel kindness, nothing is sealed.

The light shines solid,
Wafting in bright, moving immobility,
Pulling itself together in smiling quiet as the night cleaves it apart again.

The night’s selfish desires sink the sun,
But the night is not to blame,
For the sun has planned its suicide.

And all the world can hear the words,
Chiming harsh, and drearily correct,
As the white and the black ceaselessly quarrel.

And as the war is hushed,
The bodies are still,
And the tacit stars burn brightly.

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  • 15 years ago

    by David ODonnell

    So descriptive and soo beautiful, this is trull great work! Can't wait to read more.

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