Oh Where Did You Go?

The sun was bright and blazed in my eyes.

I bitched and moaned and wined and cried.

At the vile orb and it’s burning light.

Now he is gone and we are blind in the fog.

Shivering, wet, and cold.

Oh where did you go,

Lord of life, maker of sky?

We are miserable now.

Did you seek warmer clime

Far to the south where the coconuts grow

Sailed away in your chariot-boat

To dangle your toes from a white beach coast?

The trees are heavy with ice and snow,

Sagging and drooping ‘neath the load.

And it takes a sleigh to travel the roads.

Oh we implore, please don’t be long.

Shivering, wet and cold.

Oh where did you go,

Maker of sky, lord of life?

Come shine, and blaze in my eyes.

We won’t bitch, or moan or wine or cry.

We love the sweet orb and its burning light.