At first, the sun shone beatifully,
But then it started to disappear.
It would come back after a few
Seconds
But the intermissions became
Longer over
Time.
Artificial light became a replacement
For a
While
But it could never be the
Real thing.
Now
The sun is so intermittent every
Minute
Is based on it's spontaneity.
Our faces grow ashen, the
Moon
Dark and the day forgotten.
I still look forward some
Times
For the brief
Periods of Sun, hopes high,
So naive that it will all
End
But although
Time
Will heal us all it can never fix
The Broken.