Behold the Sun of Gold

With wistful EYES I watched him RISE; the dawning sun Aloft, he TREAD, golden wings SPREAD, and day had begun Above the GLADE, he was robed in a SHADE of palest pink I wrote a RHYME before the drying TIME of my indigo ink My eyes SQUINTED to skies blue TINTED, I watched him soar Eager to ABSORB the heat of the ORB, he warmed every pore With my need SATED, I was ELATED and stood quietly in place Cheeks of peach BLUSH, the sun's BRUSH painted on my face Then he DISAPPEARED, and as I FEARED, grey clouds hovered I was FILLED with remorse, and CHILLED once he was covered I called to the WIND and he THINNED the dark overcast skies So I could BEHOLD the sun of GOLD before tears filled my eyes Call it a WHIM, but I must search for HIM throughout the day Across MEADOWS, I live in SHADOWS; my life in sad disarray until his vibrant LIGHT is within my SIGHT, I dwell in sadness But when his rays BEAM at me, I SEEM suffused with gladness As twilight BLOOMED, I was CONSUMED with apprehension I could not PREVENT the sun's DESCENT nor quell my tension Tonight I BELIEVE I will GRIEVE until he rises again at dawn When I will GREET his SWEET warmth, shining upon my lawn. I cannot EXPLAIN the depth of PAIN I feel when he is asleep It's a VAGUE mystery; but a PLAGUE that causes me to weep I CONFESSED that I'm OBSESSED; under a spell or incantation Tell me FRIEND, do I DEFEND or END my sunlight infatuation November 7, 2020 Joseph May's In Rhymes Sublime Contest