53
Setting the Sun
Standing by a golden sea,
Lighted by the sun, which is me,
Waiting for the light to set,
The sky gets dark as the sun gets wet.
And I wonder if its absence
Is why I stay out at night.
By day I'm always out of sight.
Is this why I stay inside
And, from the sun, which is me, I hide?
Yet the moon always finds me
And reflects o'er the sea,
And the stars just gaze down from the sky
And watch this foolish dark sun cry.
Richard C. Hayner
1973 ©
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