i have tasted the sun
warm and sweet and happy
i have tasted it with my hands
and i liked the taste
but the cruelness of fate
has constantly tossed me into the shade
and i cannot taste the sun
but the memory of it
kept a sliver of bitter hope inside my tired heart
and begged me to chase after this glorious flavor
a cloud followed me on my journey
(the sunlight was so close
yet so out of reach)
i ran for the sun
i ran all the way to the sea
the spray dotted my face
and i could taste
saltwater
salty, bitter, and cold
like the tears on my face
the sea was unique and it had a passion
and it had an ancient rage
that was something to be admired
it was not the sun
and i was as gloomy as the sea
choppy and dark and sad
the sun was not at the sea
nighttime came
and i could see stars
they touched me
and sang a lullaby
to lure me into their celestial state
but the stars had no taste
they just had a brilliant light
and they all never stopped talking about the moon
they made the moon seem like a god
so i tasted the moon
but it had no taste
just a smell
faint and distant
a reflection of the sun
for so long i repeated the cycle
for so long i searched and longed for the sun
longed for belonging, longed for warmth
i was cold and bitter and jagged to the core
i was confused and restless
but all i wanted was to rest
and bask in the sun
i could hear thunder
behind the mountains
i could feel the rain
pepper me
i thought that maybe the rain
was the tears of the sun
because the sun
missed me, too
i had searched for too long
the cloud above me was my only friend
i realized that all journeys
eventually come to an end
and i was certainly ready for my end
so i curled up on the hard ground
and the dust filled my nose
the wind was strong and relentless
it howled and bit at me
but somehow my eyes couldn't stay open
and my body couldn't stay awake
and i slept for a while
and in my dreams
everything was okay
when i woke up
i discovered that the world hadn't changed
i still had a cloud above me
and i still had no sun
except i decided to stop searching for the sun
i decided to appreciate my surroundings
there was a magnificent beauty in the sea
and there was a beauty in the stars and moon
and there was a beauty in the cloud above me
i was unknown, i was small, i was in the shadows
but i was wild and free
i don't want to look for purpose
i'll just let it find me
i don't want to chase happiness and the sun
eventually, it'll chase me
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...