"Burning Bright"

Burning bright,

Coming from an easterly direction
I alone preside o’er everyone and
Everything with a dignity that is
Surpassing, like my shine over the moon’s,
That which is oft reserved for heads of state.

I, my young friend, am the head of this world,
Overseer of all evil and good.
Blink, and I am gone, only the imprint
Of me, reddish and glowing, still remains.

I cause living beings to grow taller
But in the same I willingly witness
When they are chopped down,
Mercilessly turned
Into a tall house or lonely coffin.

I illuminate the most clouded mind
Of the patient, whose cancer-ridden skin
My beams of light unfortunately caused,
The price I pay by fading in the eve.

But arise new day! Only the blind man
Cannot see me, though he can feel my rays
Billowing down on top of his bare head
Like the protecting shroud of darkness that
Follows loyally in my sleepless wake.

Awake! Poor scribe, Seek the light which you speak!
I am summoning you through your window.
The daylight it burns, and, though I see you,
You have yet to join me in

Burning bright.