Tangled Sunrise

Life is a tangled sunrise.

Sometimes we see our morning star so clearly,

sometimes we gaze at nothing but obstructions;

we cannot push past our own tenuous moments

nor understand the myriad reasons

that we should.

Frail creatures.

Vain and foolish.

In watching our suns rise and burn,

we waste time in their glory hours;

when our sky is brilliant,

we, thinking it forever.

Basking in the golden languid glow

and letting fleeting precious moments

rush past our grasp,

in search of more insipid things

that shine bright quickly, but are hollow in the end.

How foolish, really,

that we are so blinded by the brilliant light

to not behold the obvious:

Our sunrise

and our sunset,

are both the same and most uniquely beautiful.

We come forth  from the dark,

we have our time of light,

we warm all those about us

until suddenly it is twilight......

time to return softly, quietly,

into the dusky ether.

And if beloved

--especially by many--

we've left a trail of

blazing stardust

upon the ground we trod.

 A glimmering path

that others may walk

and ne'er forget

the soul who burned

so brightly

and loved so

freely and so deeply.

Pax....