freeform poetry. poetry

The Sunrise in the Evening

We watched the sun going down.

And deep inside

Every one of us

We yearned.

That primaeval wish.

That the sun would return, rise again.

And like it, we could return to the place we left.

We give the past much reverence

For its shrunken, diminished truth.

We should turn our eyes away

To the real sunrise of the morning

A give our awe

To the future.

It gathers like wool

In a vale

Golden light

Emanating warmth

Through the mist

And so they come

Congregate around the glow

Until they go

Back into the world

Fulfilled

In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt