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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