Tears flow akin to the rising sun

Creeping from the black,

Light welling over the horizon

Darkness helpless to hold it back.

Breaking dawn with an eye of gold

Blinking against the fading night,

It bursts and overflows the threshold,

Blurring everything in sight.

Brightness streams amidst the cold,

Warm drops of salty sunlight

Echo silent through the colorful sky

With ample grace to mystify.

Although the heavens are new

And beings now awake,

They ignore the stunning view,

As if it all were a fake.

The heavy clouds and glistening dew

And dripping daybreak,

Meaningless to all, save a few,

Who can’t help but double-take.

There, the marvelous rival of Versailles

Illuminates the path it travels by.

Yet soon the rise appears to slow,

Choking on an abundance of rays,

Reaching a place for letting go

And quieting the roaring blaze.

Tumultuous flames calm to a dim glow,

The great eye taken over with glaze

As the last beam is shed with a sigh;

It seems time was enough to pacify.

And when the sun begins its gentle descent

Mourning ebbs from sight,

Woe is finally forced to relent

To wait for another twilight.