Sun Comes

Sun Comes

I,

humbled, thinking won’t go away,
what I said and did in the yesterday,
sleep running away as I stay
in remembrance of the other day.

Slowly recognition,
comes to the blade of the mirror,
a man with the guilty expression,
amid the arrogant pomp . . . that’s fear.

Good and bad, the simple stops
on the rainy road of fate,
then the sun hides behind treetops,
so I turn around and wait.

I,

breath deep and roll over,
stuck in such a trance,
after wishing I was born
to another circumstance.

A deeper breath reminds me
always with equanimity,
I am the mad and sad man,
the bad man, who does what he can.

Knowing this lifts my eyes
up to the sunny sunrise,
I’ve been both wrong and right,
the lowest low and the highest height.

I,

wade on through the night,
try to pierce the dark with sight,
but fail I might, in spite
of the sharp morning sunlight.