parents and children
the eclipse
I’ve been worshiping
your light
since the beginning of days
without you
I am blind
rosy fingered dawn
present on every page
of the great epics
yet never have you
been granted a
cult of your own
the intensity of your brightness
prohibits mortal eyes
to gaize upon you fully
enter the
eclipse a
once in a
lifetime
chance
seconds
maybe minutes
your glory veiled
your lunar consort absorbing
the full force
of your glory
a chance
a mere mortal might
dare to look
upon the whole of
your face
I understand now
the queen of heaven needs
her dying and rising god
to shield mortals from your
solar fate
my eyes finally open
I see you now, I
ready to go blind
I wait for you
let there be light
