The sun has no alternative and it stretches out

but it’s a lonely voyage through layers of “not yet”

to the full glory and wonder of noontide.

Alone it feels the burn of a timeless yearn

to no more be trapped on the outskirts of love

but to organize priorities, pause, and enjoy,

the infusion of new energy

before its fire starts to wane

and the night triumphant reigns.

 Higher, higher,

and sun rises

to the call

but rain penetrates

the heat haze

of a need

and cools the edges

of repetitive endeavours

to enliven its mind

to a broader based view.

Around and around; the sun goes

around the perimeter of love like a

peeping tom unable to go from

witness to partaker and too weak

to undo the knot of conditioning.

The sun is nearly there directly up above

but my eyes are downcast, my heart in sympathy,

for all who walk the “not yet” trails,

shine halfheartedly,

and reach the peak of human needs

unmindful of the spirit.

Around and around till in death we’ll maybe find

the sun has stayed behind, the night has claimed the crown,

and clouds of regret hide the pale moon light!

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