Perspective

 Perspective

By Mattias Kondor


The sun, again, descends the western skies,

lets darkness coats the world it floats above,

then rises in the east without surprise.


It views with bright and eon-abled eyes,

a birth, a growth, a child of cherished love;

The sun, again, descends the western skies 


too soon to hear this young one’s nightly cries

for that which it speaks not in daylight of.

Then rises in the east without surprise


that star, to view a tailored wedding guise

of stately suit and never-blemished glove;

the sun, again, descends the western skies


to dream the couple’s bliss; not to realize

the suit is wake-bound, and the host thereof.

Then rises in the east without surprise


That everlasting optimist whose dyes

Make swamp appear as stream and crow as dove.

The sun, again, descends the western skies

And rises in the east without surprise.


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