Have you ever wondered at the hidden
vigil of the sun during the hours it blends
with the stars of the night?
How is seems to be seen
as a blinding star that leads
a delegation of silent twilights
awed at its might.
Have you wondered at its enormous
task of leading the ritual of the morning on
the side of the globe you are in and leading
the stars of night on the side you are not..
And on a rainy day, it amasses the colors
of the seven skies of the universe
reflecting it to a wondrous crowd
with crystal clear eyes.
If by chance and that is in a million
you can sway to the colors sprinkled
on rainbows and raise a clear sky
to the pallet of the sun
would you be the beholder
of the brush that paints
or the easel that holds
the breathtaking board
of the reflective sky?