WAIT FOR THE SUN

The sun sets on my life,
purple and crimson-streaked sky,
yellow-rimmed hazy clouds
and teardrops in my eyes

I’m too choked to speak,
here comes the first star,
where my love flows
is there, where you are

Now a silver crescent,
Now dark surrounds me,
Where my love goes,
is where I want to be

The winds blow cold,
clouds cover the stars,
didn’t know night is so black,
didn’t know love is so hard

So I’ll wait for the dawn,
count stars until you come,
come back to me!
So I’ll wait for the sun,
I know it will come,
come back to me!
--CRONIN DETZZ


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WAIT FOR THE SUN
Written 1995
Inspiration
Separation of the lover from the beloved creates more love, and the waiting time is highlighted in this poem through metaphors of nature and night.






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