To Sam Gottlieb [Poem] (44)

A glimmer of light

breaking through the darkness.

The sun

rises; trying its hardest to punch through a rain dotted sky.

At just about noon

it breaks through the gloom.

Marriage

of the sun and sky.

Three pinpricks of light

also rise.

Four suns

in the sky;

the moon

helping guide the way.

And then the moon

leaves.

The suns

carry you to your twilight hour.

Giving you peace.

The sun

sets.

There will always be a tomorrow.

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