Seasonal Attractions

The sun, stranger that he had been,
Made himself visible today
Soon to be the end of my rainy nights
Yet despite his proximity, the sun was otherwise…
Occupied

His absence had removed the blinding light
From my fragile eyes
And I wondered at my motivations
The warmth of the sun’s attention had been…
Magnetic

I revolved, mindlessly phototropic
Every action, every word, every thought
Directed towards and in reaction to his movements
The sun pulled me, and I followed, almost…
Thoughtlessly

But when his warmth passes on,
For winter approaches too quickly,
Will I yearn for his light as I should?
Or revel in the touch of the cold, dark night…
Fickle?

And will the sun, brightly shining, essence of warmth
Ever turn his gaze to me again?
I doubt he, in his glory, ever saw my hopeless
Longing. Today his light dazzled my senses
While I kept the sun in the dark.