Dandelion

Waning Sunlight

Among the thousands of days we will live, most of it we will be unaware. The tasks we are told to participate in to sponsor our livelihood become monotonous and dreary. We'll go numb. Our minds blind to the waning sunlight, the way it crawls across the floor like a snake. The flowers around us wither, it's as though their once vibrant colors and patterns were extracted from a dream. The months grow cold and gray. The aspect of the warm sun seems distant. We no longer feel as connected to our friends and kin. We pray for light to cast the fog away, Though when it does we are frightened. When shown by the sun what beauty surrounds us we see we are small. Little ships on the vast and mysterious ocean. In theory we could know everything but it is too much for our feeble selves to digest. Such a waste of potential. Life will march on and we will be dragged with it, whether we are knowing of its splendor or not.


Glassbound Gustvul awakened 12/18/2023