Sol

How fitting that I froze

Just as the sun was coming up,

Turning leaves to gold

Before my glassy eyes.

Sweet, sticky air

And hot beat,

No match

For a skull as thick as lake ice.

How the warmth and the glow

Seemed to nurture the cold,

Was as sad as a child with no voice.

Compassionate sun

To a fatherless man,

So long, was a difficult choice.

Sunset,

However,

Brought giggled relief

As the glass in my hand came

Unfroze

And smashed,

Skidding ice across the pond,

Sending dark birds,

remembered,

To the skies.

Fisted petals,

Opening like a smile

To the sound of

Darkness.

A soothed child,

Bounced on a knee,

His frown melted

By a newborn adult.

And the night

Was the brightest

I had ever seen.