Sol
Can the Sun’s rays,
bring down the days
counted from the last
until the very brave
come forth to claim
that the days were never slain
by the very gleam
carried before the rain
lost in weeks of reflection
those days of inner connection
brought on by the Sun
or turmoiled by the winds
moved by the thought
that these reflections brought
raised to boom away the winds
in hopes they sweep away my sins
the moon grows cold
late autumn world
my sun is gone away
but my stars are here to stay.
11/13/21 – Andy McRae
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