Sunrise

The new morning,
A fresh beginning,
The dawn of a new hope.
Greeted by the rising of the sun.
The warmth of its rays,
Gives new life,
Into those,
Who have felt so dead,
And empty inside.
It fills our hearts,
And our souls,
With hope,
And the courage to continue onward.
Forever,
It may seem,
That the sun lingers in the sky.
Its never ceasing presence,
And path revealing light,
May eventually become a second thought.
Becoming less meaningful to us,
As time goes on.
And then,
We look out onto the horizon,
Only to see,
The last visible sign of life,
Radiating for the giant sphere.
The thing that we have come to love,
Begins to slowly fade away.
As we watch from the distace,
Not a thing we can do do.
We look back to see,
If three was anything we could have done,
In order to prolong,
The inevitable event,
That is taking place before our eyes.
In no time at all,
The sky begins to fade away.
However,
It does not disappear completely,
But leaves a piece of itself behind.
Though not nearly as spectacular,
As the thing itself.
But still just enough,
To remind us of what was once was.
What are we to do?
After that dear thing slips away.
Into the abyss.
Should we give up hope once more,
As we have done,
So many times in the past?
Or shall this time be different?
Shall we treck along in the darkness,
With hope never failing?
Should we,
With full determination,
And the utmost commitment,
In order to wait it out,
To continue on,
Waiting for a time,
For that which you love,
To come up over the horizon,
More than ready,
To brighten our lives once again.
Now this never ending cycle,
Or sunrises,
And sunsets,
May occur,
Many more times,
Than we may imagine.
Sometimes,
The days may seem long,
Almost never ending.
There are also the times,
Where the night,
And the dark,
Seem to envelop everything we hold dear.
But we must not fret.
For the night is always darker,
Just before,
The suns rises over the peak.
I don't know about you,
But I plan,
On fighting through the night.
Never wanting to let go,
Of that which I love.