Enlightenment

Each night ends the same way, as my starry eyes stare
Into the morning sun, searching for answers in its searing
Glare, defiantly brushing aside the flaming ribbons, past
Rays of blinding shafts and plunging deep beneath its skin
Undulating in autumnal fires, probing its atomic immensity,
Watching as that colossal orb burns, oblivious and brazen,
Stealing over another horizon, plowing through the darkness,
Casting out shadows as it rolls ever onward, over everything,
Even the precincts of my solitary thoughts, its brilliant gravity
Crushing my worries and fears, grinding them to ash and dust
With its relentless gleam, blazing an arcing path across the sky,
Boldly proclaiming that eternal refrain: This too shall pass.