You are the Sun.
It is dark right now,
but as I wait,
I see a glimmer.
Something is changing.
From the east I begin to see
that light I have waited for.
Faint,
but there.
I watch.
It grows.
There you are:
the Sunrise!
Not fully risen, but now fully seen.
As always, time continues.
Now noon,
morning is no more.
You ascend,
fully aloft.
The sky is not too large to fill,
for you fill it well.
There is no rain,
save for your photon downpour.
Even the clouds
defer to your eminence.
Every tide has its ebb;
every zenith falls.
So, too, shall this day
end.
Short, but complete.
Somehow,
before I realize,
it is sunset.
How sad that time calls you home!
Even so,
more beauty have you now than then.
Though growing cold,
falling dark,
losing light,
you can be seen for a time,
felt for a time,
remembered always.
From nothing to something to beauty and back;
from darkness to Sunrise to Sunset,
you have journeyed
and are gone.