Sunless/Sonless

Teach me then,

to breathe fine without the sun and its warmth entire;

To slumber beneath the redwood –

oblivious of fire.

No two leaves ever promised to stay.

To linger, however long,

only the living among us may.

You,

you wore dark glasses by choice,

these so-called blinds of disregard.

In hopes you live abandoned by the sun,

the wood under this bark got scarred

and I,

I now live on.

Sunless. Acrylic on Canvas. Daniel Urbaník.