Low Winter’s Sun

(A Poem of Pathos to be Sung)

Photo by David Law on Unsplash

The Poem:

You rise in my East, you set in my West,
But I’m hardly the one who knows you the best.
I try to understand you, but I haven’t begun.
It’s like looking into — a low winter’s sun.

I try to make you out, understand your form,
If I was just smarter, I might’ve been warned.
Understand your moods? I’m overrun.
I might as well look into — a low winter’s sun.

Low winter’s sun . . . low winter’s sun,
You want me to find you in a low winter’s sun.

I wanted to know you, I gave it a try.
But I never came close, I’ll never know why.
Not a game I’d choose, it hasn’t been fun.
You force me to look into — a low winter’s sun.

I tried my best, but I just never could.
That’s what you wanted, at last understood.
You love your mystery, and now you have won.
But I’m turning away from — your low winter’s sun.

Low winter’s sun — low winter’s sun,
I’ll have me no more of your low winter’s sun.
Low winter’s sun — low winter’s sun,
I’ll have me no more of your low winter’s sun.

And now, The Song: