Olive Colon

SUNDAY 4.4.2014 Lord Sun Protector We are closest at this moment For the year Lofted on wings of metaphor There's no hope to reach your height But climbing mountain trail May ease the loss Empty sun Yet you seem to be so full Blazing every radiant color Shading in and out of phase Beyond an eyelashed glimpse Afraid to look deeper Blinded and burned By flashing radiation Of Sunday