The Day the Sun Didn't Rise



by Michael F. Anthony



Out of the cold dark of night you awoke one morning to a new sun shining.



Different than the morn before, this dawn enveloped you in the warmth of its love.



It's rays illuminating those special things in life that you had never seen before.



Every second of its passing marking moments that you wished would never end.



How wonderful it felt to bask in its light.



Yet all the while its purpose, its joy was to illuminate who you are, and show the world your beauty.



Now as is natures way, the cold of night was destined to come again,



But the light of your sun burned bright in your heart, as you awaited its arrival once more.



With butterflies of anticipation you greeted your love each morning.



And each day as you ran with it across the sky, your bond of love was renewed.



Moments, memories and moons went by and your sun was always there,



ready to begin each new day with you.



Then that first day came...



the day that you were not there to greet it with the love that gave its fire purpose.



Soon, one day turned to many as you took for granted that the sun would always be there



as it has been through the clouds and storms.



Now the night for you has become an infatuation for which you have abandoned your love of the dawn.



The light of morning cried out for you to awake,



but most days you awoke just in time to watch your sun set, brokenhearted and alone.



Then all too quickly, as is its way, the night became cold and unloving.



And what seemed like love became a cloak of darkness that enveloped you in its deceit.



Yes, the sun shines still, but it is no longer yours.



Though it has never forgotten you, its light and warmth now burns bright for another



And as you chase it on dark horizons, your soul laments,



regretting the day the sun did not rise for you.