Dark Sun
There is a call I feel to the sun, as black as can be,
When I gaze up to the sky it takes my vision; takes all that I see,
Farther into that abyss I am drawn, for reasons yet unknown,
I travel to it in my mind, into that unyielding cold,
The longer I stared at it, the more I came to surreally see;
That the sun I thought I was viewing, was only a reflection of me.
A Very nice poem...