We stood in fear
while the golden sphere
dipped low below the horizon
and many a cry
rose to the sky
as blackness covered creation
but I alone
did not bemoan
the dying of the sun
for ‘neath the waves
the light that saves
can never be undone
when bottomless black
will not hold back
but threatens to overwhelm
the dying sun
a ressurection
reclaims the longing realm
new arms of life
reach out of strife
an adundance beyond scope
a reminder when
dark comes again
in light remains our hope
NOTE: A sign of my inexperience with rhyme is how uncomfortable I always am with an end-result of rhyme experimentation. I like what the above poem says but it sounds like it comes from a much older era and somehow doesn’t fit in our own. Nevertheless I will, from time to time, experiment with rhyme.
Harnessing Chaos 