Under the Sun

by Juan Antonio Cordova

Under the Sun,
dark clouds, budding roses ripped by the sea;
torrents of iced raindrops pounding our garden
Above the Sun,
Delicate lights on every turn.

Under the Sun,
Hedges of thorns, sweat toil and pain
Mountains of lava looking at me;
Above the Sun,
Valleys of incense,
voices of querub singing their song.

Under the Sun,
Fathomless deserts,
inticing mirages winking their eyes;
Spiraling carvers grinding their teeth;
above the sun,
The laughter of children encircled God's throne.
Above the Sun: You and I.

I dedicate this poem to my beloved: Laura, faithful companion for 23 years.

Under the Sun by Juan Antonio Cordova

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