Sun

Tenuous light beams
Burst between the night,
Virgin innocent rays
Rape the freezing sky.

Cold and warm dance a waltz,
A soft breeze cradles both,
Waves sing a harmonious melody
As the outstanding show is mirrored on the blue-emerald sea.

Seagulls leave the shore
Travelling alongside old patched boats,
Sailing onward
Leaving a soft white-peaceful-foam.

Above the mythical horizon,
Yellow-orange light beams
Tear the further sky,
Virgin no more.

Vigorous colors dip everywhere,
Life brushes firmly paint,
Over a black endless canvas,
Ink scarcely stays.

Shores start to dry upon,
Dew quickly hides behind green-life leaves,
Fishers take off raincoats,
Wearing caps under the growing heat.

Dark runs fast,
Withdrawing dimness hours,
As bright reaches the highest dung,
Shining over the coastal timeless landscape beneath.

Shadows change their place
Between the steep old crag,
Announcing a downward cycle
Coming to an end.

Lightness looses vigor,
Weakening as time blows by,
Fading like a fragile dry flower,
Which seems had born to die.

Night claims daylight,
Uplift its selfish throne,
Reigning over the once lighted sea,
As horizon encage the last rays of hope.

Orange-red intense light beams
Steadily fight alone,
Trapped between the sky and the sea,
Condemned to exiguity.

Dark soon gets the lead,
As brave soldiers they die
And vanish
Amid the rising waves of night.

Bended on my window I still stay,
Watching every single day,
Sun coming to fight, win and fade,
Waiting for that time
When he will come to reign.