March 1984

On that far horizon

cloaked

by cloud surrounded

gleaming in the morn

the sun rises

wide eyed

awake

emissary from the stars

our local life

our childhood’s god

fire starter of the skies

our adulthood’s dream

far beyond our ken

for that made

more worthwhile

Not perturbed

by mankind’s

flights of fancy

it rises

above the dark of night

to bathe

our little ball

in warmth

       and light