My Life on the Sun – poem

My Life on the Sun

My life on the sun was very bright;
Each day filled with radiance,
No day marred by clouds,
Never cold,
Never wanting for clothes.
But the seasons were lacking
To change the spirits,
And the days were endless.
After time I yearned for rain,
For dark and ice.
I longed for a shadow
And wished that I were on the moon.

Opher – 29.4.2018

Too much of anything leaves us yearning for something different. We are creatures of change. We crave variety; we covet what we do not have.
It is no wonder that the paradise of the desert living tribes is full of cool fountains and willing virgins.

I'd like to hear from you...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.