Love The Morning Sun
By Fiza Pathan
I’m teaching the Sun to shine brightly
Through my casement every dawn
To break my slumber.
The darkness of the night petrifies me
Along with its shadow beings and shape shifters.
For its driving me round the bend to be obsessed
With the black hue of the night sky.
Living beings don’t breathe
In the death watch of the dark night.
So today I teach the solar disc a sonnet
About innocence and sublime thoughts.
Nothing affects the light as it draws away
The black raven dust from our muddy eyes.
The Sandman is my bounty giver
Who brings me much wanted sleep
Through the dark imposing evil night.
I pen my thoughts in Hebrew and then in Greek;
I then count all the verses and
Present it to the dolphin of daytime.
It giggles and chuckles
As it takes note of what I say.
Then it charges towards the horizon
To deposit my verses with the Sun god.
I cannot understand this shroud
Over the angelic moon.
I cannot comprehend why the world
Has to be filled with such evil beings.
Yet I choose the pen before the sword
To charge against this monster
Who has made his abode within my mind’s eye.
Begone terror of the night
And leave me in peace
With my books, my pen and my heart
Filled with love for the morning Sun.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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