The Sun told me he was tired

The Sun told me he was tired
worn to red raggedness by the labors of the day

And so i watch the Sun descend
through the crack in the world

He takes off his earth caked shoes
Sheds his shiny cloak
Doffs his radiant hat

The Sun leans back into the arms of the western mountains
and dreams tiny suns strew on black velvet
above the world

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

8 thoughts on “The Sun told me he was tired”

  1. Beautiful, I absolutely love the last stanza, especially, “and dreams tiny suns strew on black velvet”. The entire poem has such terrific imagery, you’ve painted such a wonderful story. Please enjoy your weekend, take care. ~ Mia

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      1. Thank you for the well wishes! I’m trying to recall if I have ever finishes such a project. Half the time I don’t know if I’m awake or if I’m asleep (dreaming) and the other half of the time I don’t know if I living in Heaven or Hell. 😉 Honestly, I do have the most AMAZING dreams, color too! I could tell you more, but who would believe me? Ha-ha! 🙂

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