Jordian Sunrise

a short poem i through of while at work

Whearith doth the sun set?

Thou ask a scholar and shalt be told in the west.

Whearith doth the sun rise?

Thou ask a scholar and shalt be told the east.

Whearith doth the sun set?

If thou ask me, I shalt tell thee with thy departure

Whearith doth the sun rise?

If thou ask me, I shalt tell thee with thy arrival

 

Now, dost thou wish to now which prefer?

The warm and gentle close to beauty, that point in time just before the dark that is the sunset?

 Or the burning morning glory, the birth of beauty in the death of dark that is the sunrise?

The two seem as equal in spender to each other that if one had not known the time before they would not have known which beauty they gazed upon, but in my preference I know.

I ask ye, now, dost ye know which I doth prefer?

Dost thy have a guess?

Thou have read thus far, thy patience doth merit a guess?

 

Whearith doth the sun set?

Thou ask a scholar and shalt be told in the west.

Whearith doth the sun rise?

Thou ask a scholar and shalt be told the east.

Whearith doth the sun set?

If thou ask me, I shalt tell thee with thy departure

Whearith doth the sun rise?

 

If thou ask me, I shalt tell thee with thy arrival

I shalt tell thee that I prefer the sunrise

For thou art my sun…