Carnelian

3 years ago

proteeti

@sambhavami

As the sun rises, setting

That murky, weary mirror on fire,

He looks away. Darkness, my friend,

Shrivels away as he watches.

As light touches his skin, scorching,

It bares his soul, he ponders

What next?

Is there sweet, sweet darkness

At the end of this bottomless light,

Do the glaring eyes ever turn away

And does it ever end, he wonders.

Unending questions pierce his mind,

Blinding lights burn in his eyes.

He cannot see the road ahead,

Only the fire on his flesh, I think.

His head is heavy, the sun is up

And sleep comes out of turn.

The whole world goes around him

And the lonely bard just thinks.