I wrote this about two years ago...



Sun- don’t set! I beg of you-
grant me still the light of day.
Sun- beam ‘cross the barren blue-
the shore still so far away.

Away- across the somber sea,
where no wave does raise its peak.
Away- from peace, from purity,
of which no man does speak.

Speak- of what? Of life? Of love?
I see none of that out here.
Speak- simply of the clouds above,
that christen me with drear.

Drear- that clouds away the light,
and rips its rays undone.
Drear- that beckons forth the night,
As my heart sinks like the sun.