Sun

Sun

(Gaia’s Lament)

 

Why will you not shield me from the harshness of your rays?

Listlessly I struggle to cover my searing, startled flesh with the tinder of the forest’s canopied haze.

Still you seek me out,

Scorching the deepest scars,

Disturbing the abuse of the godless interference of the damaged human race.

Where they once planted promises

To mould me into a whole state,

They left instead the rancid poison of exposure to your rays.

Hear my soul’s lament, Distant Suvana,

My chariot of hope riding imploding oblivion.

Hear the cry of your sister communicant

Whose unsated thirst seeks replenishment at the well of all Matter;

Hear the one gasping, asphyxiated by the stranglehold of the species forcing me down into the darkness of non-existence.

Dear Asia, Most Fine Shams, hear the cry of Gaia as I die;

Shield me from the wrath of such ignoble inquisitors!

Sibling Raveena, Sustainer, Give Me Life,

Claim me as your own and sear your indignation on those who harm your Beloved!

You hold within your grasp the power to sustain that which humanity carelessly destroys.

With the gentle concern of a mother for her wayward child, direct your healing heat to sooth my fevered brow;

Breath fertility into my brittle, withered form.

Dearest Kalynola, Electra, Nylama,

Turn your gentle setting face to me and sooth the trauma humanity has begun.

 

The names used in this poem are used throughout the world for the Sun with the exception of Gaia which refers to Mother Earth.

 

© Jane Wallman-Girdlestone  8^th May 2009