The sun is setting behind the trees
there's just the slightest hint of breeze.
The heat of day is finally passed.
This moment won't for too long last.

Neighbor's grill is starting up;
they'r having company to sup.
Wont be long before the flavor
of grilled burgers they'll get to savor.

A pair of doves I often see
just lit for the night on a pine tree.
Don't have to wait for long
before the start cooing their song.

Dark clouds looming,
a thief of joy lies in wait.
The sun barely shines,
burning eyes with self-hate.

Happiness to hopeless,
wealthy to worthless.
Open wounds, self-inflicted,
existential dread, an unholy mess.

What once brought pleasure,
now writhes in pain.
Life's mysteries gone too far,
a prisoner wrapped in its chains.

I have spent it all, every bit
Of energy, of emotion.
I’ve used up every shred of it
On wasted acts, empty motion.
I am overdrawn in my heart,
Just like my empty bank account.
No money left, no drive to start
Anew to build something to count.
No more hunger to feel a touch
From someone who might love or care.
The void inside once held so much.
Now only painful loss waits there.
Life's overdrafts have left nothing.
So much taken, too little left
To keep my broken heart going.

Your magnificent light
bullies its way through,
to the earth turned face

Of heavy dark clouds.
Your brightness pushes past
their ponderous will.

(what dark vault of sky!)

But continue golden sun, rise,
playing below the horizon
you face is hidden from me.

But rise, rise golden sun;
I would see your face,
I would know your warmth.

I would see autumnal orange
In your golden light:
such richness of color to see.