Lasso the Sun
I thought about you today.
It was as if the daffodils were no more,
Or the clouds were not white.
But, who cares about the clouds?
They keep out the sun... you.
You are that glowing, bright, magnificent ball of light.
But, then, as if nothing mattered, you sank.
You lowered your entire self behind the hills.
Forever trembling, without your light, like the daffodils,
I felt nothing and wilted.
That thing you did...
That light you took from my blue sky...
I can't forgive it.
All it does is rain, anymore; my tears flow.
Then darkness comes and the clouds are not white, but black...
It engulfs the sun; my soul; you.
The darkness is death and it blocks out my sun.
You took that rope and hung it on a nail.
Ever so tightly was it knotted,
And the end was looped, forming a noose.
Death lassoed the sun and took it away.
