Zenith
The sun hangs in the heavens
The crown has slipped and fallen
and no longer reigns aloft
the sun hangs in the heavens
‘tween the zenith and the croft.
All birdsong has melted
zephyrs have lost their drift
eagles hover suspended
‘tween the zenith and the rift.
The mouth gapes open limply
gasps have up and left
the volcano in extinction
‘tween the zenith and the cleft.
The celestial sphere is dripping
swinging on the raft
lost out in the ocean
‘tween the zenith and the craft.
Above up in the heavens
a million dreams are lost
burnt by silver sunbeams
‘tween the zenith now embossed.
With memories lost forever
tomorrows gone too fast
the convoluted notions
‘tween the zenith never last.
The burnished sun at midday
the hammering of the fist
drives some minds demented
‘tween the zenith never kissed.
Breath is left subsiding
downhill and past the crest
let’s hold hands and join the strands
‘tween the zenith with new zest.
©
David Rudder
9th June 2020
Thanks for reading.
