The Sun Went Down Again

July 7, 2013 at 7:56 am · Filed under Good stuff, Poems, Random Thoughts ·Tagged bad, focus on the good, good, pain, poetry, reflections, sadness, spring, The sun came up again

I wrote a humorous piece yesterday, “It’s Over”, inspired by a prompt about puzzles. Another blogger posted one about the most puzzling puzzle of them all; love. Then, this morning, I came across another blog where the writer displays  the picture below and asks for poems about it. So many things ran through my mind, as I contemplated sunsets, puzzles, and love, and I thought about a poem I wrote many years ago called “The Sun Came Up Again”; it’s one of my favorites. The following is another take on it; another piece of the puzzle.

The Sun Went Down Again

 

The sun went down again

Across the bay

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Slipping behind scuttling clouds

Melting across the gray sky

 

Pulsing white

Then golden hazy yellow

Growing weaker each moment

As another day ended

 

Darkness fell ‘cross my arms

And as I wrote

The thought crossed my mind

That I’d said too little

Wondered too much

And allowed things to change

 

I felt empty with regret

Knowing I could have changed them

Had I but tried

Fear… had stilled my tongue

 

I’ve done this before

Keeping it all within

Afraid to be honest

Afraid to love

 

So many times

I’ve watched the sun go down

Regretting words unspoken

As another night obscured me

 

You would think I’d learn

 

I have learned

 

I’ve learned

That the sun will come up

And it will go down again each day

But even in its absence

We can feel it

Its warmth and brightness

Is still there… somewhere

 

Love is like that

At times you can bask in its warmth

Feel its arms wrapped around you

A flash of it lies across your heart

 

Then at other times

It falls behind dark hills

And our hearts—our world—grows cool

It’s still there

Just not as obvious

Not as bright

Not as warm

 

You have to know it’s there

Never doubt it

Never stop feeling it

Just knowing that somewhere

The other side of blue mountains

Behind the walls of unsaid words

It is there, but…

 

You have to want it to be there

You have to let it be there

 

Copyright © 2013 C Mashburn

Wrote this for the prompt at howanxious . Take a look at her blog if you have time, and join in on his weekend prompt.

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