Sunburn

O Sunlight hewn of the purest white flame

Burn me with repentance without regret

Then return to the sun from which you came

Hiding me as a virgin silhouette.

From ashes I’ve come; and to ashes I’ll go,

When the hottest flame has purified me

Pure gold of my thoughts will be all I know

When I put all my blackness behind me.

Then white as lightening that pulses by

And clear as rainwater will be my brain

And as open as the Nebraska sky

And I will float far above all my pain

I scream out for this perfection nightly

And now I wait for the sunshine to strike me

7-8-00

Benjamin J. Cline