Untouchable faith in the center of the Sun-
Once upon a time I awoke and found,
in his heat, where my heart had run.
The day after that, a faulty map that he drew
left the moon and the stars unspun.
The final day, the saddest of all,
the Sun did not rise, he said- I’m done.
Well that can’t be, I blithely replied,
perhaps just the day is still young.
Yet, each forsaken hour I wait here alone
in vain expectation of Eos to be sung.
The roses wilt in a pointless dawn
where my incredulous faith is clung.