"Sun-Lit City"

 

"Sun-Lit City"

The sun creeps in on where they lay astride

Facing the heavens in their deep sleep

With mouth agape thirsting for droplets of hope

"It is a new day" the sun says

"Get up lads and hurry before the day passes you by with its swift feet

And you have nothing to grease your pockets.

Grudgingly they set out, weakly at first

Then with more perspiration in their eyes

Feet and face pass eachother

With little or no greeting

Mind set on the day and its troubles

And each path brings them closer to their dreams

Or a figure of what it could be.

At midday, the sun seems not to care anymore

Pouring down in might on their bent backs

Sweats drop down their faces like beads of tears

But they wipe it off 

So their eyes can see through all life lay before them.

They work from sun up to its fall

But retires home with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

Tonight, the sun seems to give dim light through the eyes of the moon.

While they close their eyes to a world of dead dreams.

This time those ghosts don't scare again

It brings closer the hope of a resurrection morning

Whose sun will stand and never fall again.