Blinded by the Sun

I am in a lovely relationship with the sun. He has held me and shrouded me with love. He has covered me with warmth, and light. But the thing is… I am beginning to feel colder by the night.

My eyes are dim, my thighs are sore; I don’t feel his love anymore. Oh what have I done, my love, my sun, to cause you to hide away?

Why don’t you shine for me the same way that you used to? Have I used you? Have I abused you? Did I forget to raise my hands, bow my head, love you to my death, in your presence?

Oh why, oh why do you hide your face from me? Have I failed to please you with what’s left of me?

The sun found me, trembling in the night. He took me home, and he warmed me by the fire. He dried the mourning dew from my eyes. And then he taught me how to thank the one who saved my life.

And I stayed, and I wanted to please him. And yet, he beat on me till I was weakened. He made me sweat and he made me thirst. And he burned my skin so I’d keep myself covered. And still I worshiped him, the way I should. Cause he told me a grateful lover would. So I did… Until I finally understood… the truth.

I have fallen prey to the sun. He held me, and shrouded me with love. He chose me, cause he knew I would’ve. And I did. I did.

And at night, he took his light away. He’d leave me, trembling alone. So that when the next day came, he could be my savior. And I would always thank him for his favor.

Down on my knees. He said, “lift up your eyes,” and he burned them till I had gone blind. Oh but now, I am anything but blind.