Daughter of the Sun

The Daughter of the Sun


Washing clean
the stains of burden
and dumb luck,
she falls across
a barren world
that has yet to
recall.

Stealing
aboard a flight of protruded
dreams, she
awaits, lingers,
singing a song
that calls her
to the damage of stars
and crying a deed
that’s left unfinished.

In the early morning,
light finds itself
surrounded by
in-betweens
her song varies
in length, in tone,
in vision
and breadth.

It remains a new day at dawn,
when the daylight
can turn either way
like her heart.
forgiveness,
or famine,
sometimes these things,
like her singing,
can never remain
in the same flame.

As a heart broken
by grief and constant
tongue-loosening
pride. Will she sing
as a star rises,
giving light to a world
framed in darkness?
Or, will she remain still,
looking in shadow
for the pieces
of the shattered and shaking
rain crossed and shimmering
in a blessing of dawn.

© Carolyn Dunn 2009.