The Face of the Sun

We are blinded

sunstruck

our eyes only able

to see the brightest light

all else fading into

shadow

burned into silhouette

by our need to

gaze into

the face of the sun

We are drawn always to the brightest flame

One of our first lessons as children walking outside is to avoid looking into the light.


For more light, dangerous and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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