Sun Upon Me.

By TheProphetUntold





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I dreamt.

I was a raven
perched high on a hill of stone
the sun upon me.

At great height and loss
for peace and sweet memory..
and guilt below me.

The ghosts that dance there
know my name and bear no face.
Loss, ever mounting.

Great nothings, no ones
hidden away like old keys.
Still, they haunt me.














Then.
...


The sun was a door
set out on the horizon
far beyond my reach.

Unfledged.

In want nor needing
for sunning and reminding,
I woke.

Longing for an end, 
no matter how bright or bleak
no sun upon me.

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Copyright 2019 TheProphetUntold
Published on Monday, January 11, 2021.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Poetic-Realm On Monday, October 26, 2020, Poetic-Realm (249)By person wrote:

    Truly among the greatest writers to have been in this website. I wish I had a book of your writing.

  • Sudos On Friday, September 20, 2019, Sudos (151)By person wrote:

    The imagery draws one into the dream and waking just the same. The grey words were also a nice addition to the mental scene. Nice work!

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