Does the sun rise and scorn
All the dreams I think I saw?
Or does it care?
Does it want to help me bear
The loss of something I never had,
But through rose-coloured spectacles
I clearly saw?
Does it shine, or smirk
When it sees me pleading with the night
Not to go away, and begging all my dreams
To come with me into the day?
Are you light, or dark Sun?
Are you my tormentor,
Or my friend?
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Does the sun rise and scorn
All the dreams I think I saw?
Or does it care?
Does it want to help me bear
The loss of something I never had,
But through rose-coloured spectacles
I clearly saw?
Does it shine, or smirk
When it sees me pleading with the night
Not to go away, and begging all my dreams
To come with me into the day?
Are you light, or dark Sun?
Are you my tormentor,
Or my friend?
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)
