If the Sun Still Sets

If the Sun Still Sets                  April 27, 2006 (Revised on October 5, 2013)

I wish to traverse the globe a-far,
To tarry where the beasts are astray.
I think, though, that this is a peculiar request,
And like so many, will go unanswered.

If the sun still sets, let it remain down.

Let Solis remain felled
And Luna labor supinely in place.

I think, though, this, too, is strange,

And I shan't be impervious to remain unscathed! 

Curiosity has piqued for that called Love.
I yearn for it, and wonder if it will occur.
Many applied as claimants of the role,
Yet, all are pretenders and faux suitors.
On days which God grants Companionship,
Shall I ever know the affections of a beaut,
Or shall the sun still set upon my time
When I once am settled, 
Yet am treated like grime? 

Lovers fancy the warmth of the sun,
And why should they not?
Since the sun bestows upon them life?
All must roam freely and frolic as if hares
In shaded areas of God's wooden kingdom.
The birds shall whistle the battle cries
Of our collective warring hormones,
Yet I, the world's outcast, the lonely sailor,
Am relegated to the abyss of the Lost Sea.
In a perpetual winter as I freeze to ice,
I reiterate my druthers to Summer's warm coddle,
Yet my fate is to linger my infinite remaining days
In a land of abominations, a sea of despair!

With each rising sun, I wish he would say,
“My work here is done;
Let there be an end to your Day!"
May Liberty or Death beget my fate,
Yet, I know that will never happen,
And so I shall forever tarry on,
Waiting to see if the sun still sets
Half a day past the break of dawn.