The sun came to rest
on his shoulders,
he wiped his tears
and cradled the ball of light.

He spanned the distances
from east to west
and held all the four winds
in his burning breath.

Time stood to the side
as he counted the colors that
swam across the southern sky,
seven colors for the seven continents.

The silence of centuries crept
across his brow and the day
departed with destiny in the
company of history and happiness.

The last light sunk into his eyes
in the shape of a human sigh,
his shoulders tensed to bear
the extra weight of a darkened world.

The black ship was ready to sail
along night’s dark straits, he shook
hands with Time and unfurled the sail,
it was time to leave the night keys behind.