Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Like Sun

I watched the sun
with its wings of gold
paint the tops
of the drying hills
so that every grass
was left in an orangy hue.

I knew then
what it was
to pull out from within
the will to create,

for once to listen
to the shouting of my self
telling me
to paint my life

no longer hesitating
to take that sudden stroke
and make my world
like sun.

1 comment:

Megha said...

I loved the epiphanic nature of your verse! The most simple yet striking of events sometimes re-introduce us to ourselves. The rising of the sun, the flapping of a birds wings as it sweeps across the sky.. moments like these sometimes give us the will to soar higher .. and aim for the stars!

Thanks for sharing your poetry!