John Fulton

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My Sun

John Fulton

Sun o’ mine You possess a power unlike any other, the power to bestow life unto me Your light gleams through every orifice of mine You allow my soul to know nothing but your eternal warmth throughout each and every moment of my life

Each morning I arise from my slumber so that I may feel your warmth once again While no day is perfect, I awake all the same each morning knowing that your warmth is what I will know first While no day is perfect, I slumber peacefully each night knowing that your gentle, bright illumination will be the first thing I know each morning, encasing all that is to be known by me

Some days, fearsome tempests brew, their clouds covering your shine from me Upon such dim days, I begin to ponder what an eternity living as such would be, Knowing nothing but darkness Knowing nothing but an insatiable thirst for your warmth, that a dark day would surely never bestow upon me I then assure myself, if such a day was ever to come, I shall surely cease functionality, As I have never had the unfortunate fate of waking up to a day not blessed by your unrelenting light

But, of course, even I must come to the realization that even light as everlasting as yours may someday cease to shine Upon this fateful day, I dread, I will know nothing but frigid, unforgiving, unrelenting cold, Only equal to that of your once luminous rays Upon this fateful day, I know not of how I will shut my eyes for my daily slumber, as I will have nothing but my thoughts My oh so horrific thoughts of the icy world I would awake to A world in which I shall never again know your blazing rays, A world in which will never know but the winter you have left it in

Voices

I ask you, o’ sun, how shall I sleep each night knowing that I will only awake to such a world? I ask you, o’ sun, what will be my purpose in a world without your light?

Perhaps, in such a world, I would force myself to adjust to this new feeling of ice Perhaps, in such a world, I would force myself to believe I have never known you, o’ sun, and your fiery warmth Perhaps, I may find new warmth Perhaps, I may again stumble upon a ray robust enough to give reason to my daily awakening

But, of course, no light, no matter how brilliant, could ever replace the warmth of your once-overwhelming rays, sun o’ mine.

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