Evensong I - My Lord the Sun

With such momentousness I witness Your departure, my Lord the Sun
Your reign, Day, is done

At the top of the world did You erstwhile sit
Upon Your throne that touched aught and all
But Your descent, roaring steps down the once-azure stair, has come

Look how Your retinue, Your court the Clouds, turns as You fall!
The golds and somewhat reds that I once glimpsed in a dream

Your exhalation is no timid thing, no quiet whimper
You die as You lived!

Lord! where is it that You go?
Could I not follow?
Could I not wend my way along the trail You have left set afire?

I wish I could collect all the amber You scatter
—in the welkin, Your unreachable abode
—on the coldening ground upon which I tread
—on my mortal skin, in my eyes that You blind, in my yearning heart

How I love You, my Lord! Father!
All that You have bequeathed, all that You have taught
Leave me not!
There is still much for You to do, to give

The sky: it grows pale, leaden; it darkens!
Shall I see You again?
Will You ever dispel this oncoming shade?

The warmth! the warmth!: it leaves as You leave, Lord!
The light! the light!: wherefore must it belittle itself so?

The Clouds: do They not entreat You as I now do?
What of Those that steer Them, the Winds?
They as well seem to fall still at Your passing

But no! I shall lament no more!
For at the end of Day is Night
And Its emissary, Dusk, prepares Your celestial bed, Father
Where You shall return to slumber amongst Your kin

Sleep well, then, my Lord
And I shall welcome, with as much reverence as is Her due
Your Sister, my Mother: my Lady the Moon

M.M. — October MMX