the breath robbing lightning, was making diamonds of rain

The Sun (and it's imminent demise)

standing below it, i can finally see
the corona shift slowly
from head to hands
and back again
the lake reflects the light
as the news hits
that a star it is not
but a hole in the sky
where someone once did leave
this growing island
and now it is time to shut
the sun
and all its power
the door is our disbelief
the lock, our ignorance
and the ensuing darkness
hides our fading smiles
as we realize all too late
the sun's very imminent demise
is ours as well

Posted by cainnum at 6:03 PM