Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
I doth rise at your behest,
I will set at your request.
Said the Sun King of the West
To the Sun King of the East:
You have your appointed time,
Then descend to lose your shine.
Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
My smile will last the day long,
My light will make the day strong.
Said the Sun King of the West
To the Sun King of the East:
My frown takes your light away,
No reason left for you to stay.
Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
Dawn’s arrival announces the day,
The birds of heaven have their say.
Said the Sun King of the West
To the Sun King of the East:
Twilight’s arrival draws night’s shade,
All birds must depart from the glade.
Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
Morning awakens butterfly and bee
To get busy with their industry.
Said the Sun King of the West,
To the Sun King of the East:
Evening awakens the bat and owl,
Flying out and about on the prowl.
Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
First light extinguishes the night,
All night creatures escape the light.
Said the Sun King of the West
To the Sun King of the East:
Last light dies with the dusk,
All light beams become dust.
Said the Sun King of the East
To the Sun King of the West:
I bid the emerging day hello,
May it prosper and glow.
Said the Sun King of the West
To the Sun King of the East:
In taking leave I bid you good-bye,
Time for me to lay down and die.
yes, the west is the side of death and the white colour, while the east is the birth and green. The Sun King, despite its sole governing, can be considered as the double-faced ruler, as long as the Yin alternates with Yang, back with front, and so on. A clever move to express the idea that one begets two, two begets three while three begets all the myriad things. Cheers, alex
I really hate to see it when the sun dies. ;-) Seriously, I really like this poem because it is quite a bit different from your recent poetry and shows another side of your muse. Unfortunately, it does get a bit repetitious near the end.
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