Still the Sun

the Sun
    – that rises from a dark see –
and sets into a gilded one – that Sun
has no guilt for my melancholy …
    though it provokes of my sad thoughts – some!
You’ve also risen
   from some sable waters of mine
– and then chosen to sink in some fiery silence –
  its echoes burning my patience to the ground!
You bare no fault to that, do you?
    going your own, tenebrous ways – whilst I roam
in joyful sorrow
   still searching
      still wanting
         still
           – my Sun!