Power of three, a trilogy.

I was the Sunrise

On a day, an ordinary day,

I broke free of the dark,

Sprang into the world, shining bright.

Birth was a beginning to me,

A place where I began to grow,

Set out to climb to great heights.

At my zenith I was me,

All the power of burning light,

Something guiding my feet into sight.

Then, no-one knew me at all,

For I was new and unnamed,

A marvel coming into the world to delight.

And even the birds sang shrilly,

To court me in my ascension,

For I was the sunrise, the dawning of light.

I Am the Present

Here in my zenith of power,

I am not without humility.

Because without you, I am nothing.

Imagine me rising high above,

Where no-one, not a soul moved.

So who would have noticed me ?

You could say I had not been,

For who would record the event,

Were it not being seen by you ?

And because of this one truth,

The present moment becomes a law,

For eternity to follow into life.

How grand do I feel here,

Shining the emancipated revelation,

Of what being present draws near ?

 

I will be the Sunset

Towards the evening I wane,

Losing ground raining down the same.

Disappearing from horizon, knowing a name.

Your eyes and your skin cool,

Where my march leaves shadows to pool.

Simply that I follow a cosmic rule.

The end of an incredible day,

Where life has taught me to play.

I drop behind the earth, moving away.

For you I am the sunset,

To others the present moment.

Still others I will be the sunrise.

Don't grieve for my return,

Accept the day I had arrived.

Enjoy me, for I will be the sunset.

A trilogy of me.