The Sun will rise,
That inevitable, inexorable light,
Even if the clouds cover up her rays,
She lingers for her opportunity.
The Sun will rise,
Even if night and darkness
Has flooded your molding heart,
Leaving little more than an empty black pit,
Hard like that of a peach,
But hollow like that of a well.
The Sun will rise,
And even if I close my tear-crusted eyelids,
The warm red haze still penetrates underneath my skin
That is cold, lifeless,
Battered by the consequences of Love
And her weaponry.
It can't stay dark forever.
So open your eyes.
The Sun rose today.
And She will rise tomorrow.