A Golden Mass Of Endless Bright

Emerging o'er the edge - A golden mass of endless bright.
Although, sometimes obscured by cloud-laden skies:
Here! Contained within its fiery rays, a glimmers right,
The quickening; the forever longing debut of morning light.

Contrasting the darkness to unveil the luminance of day.
Night-time is gone for a spinning, and daunts no more,
While - A golden mass of endless bright, reigns the land,
Passing from end-to-end fervently lording across the way.

What has happened to the horrid creature whose glowing eye
Hides in shadowy crevices of every bush and tree alike,
The moon with all its faces; the stars - the man-made light?
Because - A golden mass of endless bright ignites the sky.

Even in alien places where darkness does indeed borrow,
A resting place is found - with iterance to borrow.
A golden mass of endless bright will force upon it, too,
Its fiery rays, so they - let alone can feel no sorrow.



Copyright Steven B. Dodd 1998
Written: 11/19/1996