Sunlight

Sunlight

The Sun,
My light,
Were it taken from me
Then …
Then I would recognize
What I had …
What I had to lose.

I pray
That I could remember,
Less that my light
Was gone, but
That I could remember
Every single moment,
Each moment that
My light
Illuminated my spirit.
Could I remember
My
Bright
Light
Which
Made me
Whole.

I pray
Were my sunlight taken from me,
I could remember that light,
Let it warm me still,
Have my darkness
Brightened
Through the memory
Of each laughing,
Sparkling
Ray, that for a time,
Danced on the
Flowing river
Of
My
Life.

Ken Goree