Golden Sun
Published on September 21, 2018
Golden Sun
A Sonnet
Dawn — Priti Ghosh
There is a patch pervasive given to us
A field of toil and uncommon labours.
We earn our wage by a will discerning
Through this matrixed web of our being.
We dwell doubly in the zenith and a nadir
In sky of mind and the teeming cellular.
By breath motioned on a frame of bone
We share a kinship with the inert stone.
In this surge and wash of many a script
We unveil our story and meaning decrypt.
In us the commune of many worlds
By their clash and commerce all unfolds.
All is old and yet all is occultly new
By a Golden Sun we wake to a living true.