There is class of men
Who eagerly anticipate the rising of the Sun
It is the light which they desire
The simple transition from night to day
From dark to light
Others would rather stay engrossed in deep slumber
Or be overcome with dread
Bearing the thought to rise
to face the beauty of the day
When its rays manifest the entire universe is lit
Many would rather close their curtains shut
Tint windows or adorn sun glasses ..
Yet the one who awaits this glorious light also mourns when it sets
For these individuals the light does more than simply shine
Its rays penetrate the soul and engrave the heart
With notes of love and secrets so sweet
That if all senses failed and memory diminished
This very heart lives on, unable to erase the everlasting message
Be it the Sun, Moon and all the constellations proclaim otherwise
Challenging the secret
This heart shall not believe
In actuality the light which shone containing the message
was only a conduit of the Real Light.
How can Truth be forgotten?