Little Sun

Bask in the wakeful wear

of the indefatigable dance. 

The prancing Sun's screams

are bated a little drunkenly from his source. 

Memories burn in his long soaked gaze

as he was the first to see. 

But yet his blink covers the vast field

as though eons past are yesterday's daydream. 

And what a speck it is!

Never outknown his humble demeanor,

seeing larger brothers and fathers

though none outdate him. 

He has long glimpsed the dull blue dot

that intrigued to make herself known. 

But aside from simple metals sneezed out her pours,

she has never touched the universe. 

And what a song it was at first chord!

The first harmony in its elation!

So small the Sun knows itelf to be

and what sad deception do live

all who strive for impact and size.





Thanks to Barbara for this Saturday's inspiration "Wondrous Views."