Friday 25 February 2011

The Searchlight of the Sun

A being lies in a field of grey and green,
the due smothered pasture brushing its hands.
Overlooking such a splendorous scene
as the searchlight of the sun scans the lands.

It wants to be found by the probing orb
yet the breeze blows cloud billows to bring shade
and all the light in dreary dull absorbs
whilst the wilting warmth begins to fade.

Then the drizzle dampens its existence
but its hopes stay dry and persevering
the searchlight closer, yet still in the distance.
The warmth of life’s love and light is nearing.

Then the sun shines bright in such sweet galore
yet shade prevails and the being feels no more.

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