A Day Too Short

Haven't written anything in a long time, well, a poem too short for a day too short.

A Day Too Short

Will the sun cry tonight,
When his lover is out of sight,
When darkness takes over,
Will he fight the endless fight?

He knows she’s all alone,
Far brothers her only sight,
Will she last the night,
With him not by her side?

And come the time again,
For him to hold her tight,
A day too short, O Gods be wroth,
He prays till night is past.

Francis Myladoor Thomas