In the shade, out in the sun

A short poem about dark and light

The sun is out,

casting the world in a blinding light

The old and young come out, 

to warm their skin before the night,

falls, and consumes the world

In an Inky back.

 

This is no time to talk of the dark

for the sun is out and warms the skin

It turns the olive to brown and the pale to red.

But the night will soothe those who have been scorched,

It will hide the fiery sun

Yet, it is not the time to talk of the dark.

 

The sun still stands

clouds melt as if made of ice

Trees bend to cast no shadow.

We will burn in fiery bliss

Until the night calls, and blots out the sun

and sends out the moon to show,

the battle is won.

 

But the victory is short lived

for here comes the sun to rise again

The battle is never-ending, although some last longer than others.

It is inevitable, the sun shall set

and the sun shall rise.

Light and dark, day and night

Neither will ever win this fight.

 

Author's Note

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