shining for shadows

the sun picks her weary spirit up in the mornings,
wintry cold, fire burned out
and shines half-heartedly to begin another day
wishing for another way
to be noticed.

They say she is everything, and everything is her
but she is granted as a fixture in necessities plight.
And because she still goes on to shine,
they curse her name for being too bright..

she wanted to be darker,
creep-sweeping and weeping..
cutting corners with edgy eyes
fulfilling nocturnal needings.
And for 40 days and 40 nights,
she was gone.

Gone, gone, cold to the core
shining weakly, yet still,
so they believe her restored..

They know better though. Shadows in the black
waver unstable with no light to combat.
Her shine trips over buildings to illuminate swarthy pockets held close to the walls
spaces for the demons to crawl..

so shine, they say
you'll never go out
light is mother of the night
and trust is the father of doubt
Stray Dogs need shade and sun all the same,

they'll remember your name.