Sunny Side Down

Traveling across the skies;

relentlessly setting,

flaring, burning and rising

Setting the daily rhythm of life,

its very cause and purpose

you seem.

And yet, when you disappear

behind clouds, shadows, horizon;

Gloom and darkness gnaw away at

My uncertain faith

There is something that tells me

That you will be back again

Tomorrow, if another day really,

Will only come when you return

Conviction and cynicism

Mingle in this circadian

Opera of the skies

Creating rainbows,

Twilight and all that's

beautiful about melancholy

And yet, who cares, who cares?

It is what it is

Cycles, seasons, love and life

Even the Sun after all,

It is what it is,

What's more to it?