Cycle of Day
by Marcus Gonzalez
A sky of ink, a space of dark The white shards are the only thing bright The moon, pale and light, the brilliant crest The world a place of only black Not a soul on the sleepy Earth awake The rolling waves catching the moon’s glint The sky begins to glow a red, removing the star’s glint The world seems to come out of the dark The inhabitants, in their beds, begin to awake Though the sky is still not yet bright, it does seem to step away from the black The moon disappears with its pale crest The sun begins its journey to the top of its crest All the shards of mirrors catch its glint The fire in the sky pushes back the black It surges forward removing all that is dark It rises to let all know that the future is bright OUR STAR IS AWAKE Everyone on this little rock we call home is awake The sun begins to descend down its crest Yet the world remains happy and bright The people are so cheerful, you can see their smiles glint Though in the horizon one could see a hint of dark At the edge of their sight lays the waiting black The oncoming night steadily encroaches, that creeping black The people try to rekindle light and remain awake However, nothing can stop the marching dark The sun has finally set beneath the Earth’s crest There is no more light to create a glint There is nothing but shadow and nothing bright The stars in the sky shine to make the night bright but the world can only see night’s black Until tomorrow, there is nothing to spark a glint Until tomorrow, there is nothing to keep anyone awake Until tomorrow, there is nothing besides the moon’s crest Until tomorrow, there is nothing besides the dark However, the Sun will spark a glint once again, and the world will be bright The eternal star will push away the dark, and burn through the black The souls on this planet will awake, and the Sun will reach the top of its crest
I am an avid participant in the theatre program at American Heritage. I am also a part of many service-based clubs such as the Current Events Club and the Tri-M Honors Society. In my spare time, I like to read and write assorted literature.
What motivated you to write this piece?
Ever since I was young, I have always been obsessed with the sky and the weather. I continue to love staring up at the night sky and looking at the moon and stars. When thinking of a topic to write about, I decided to write this as an ode to the sky.
Do you write sporadically or regularly?
I write sporadically. Whenever I feel inspired or feel the need to express myself, I write. This lends itself to sudden periods of writing and periods of downtime.
What message do you hope to convey to the reader through your piece?
I hope to convey a sense of uniqueness and beauty in the repetitive nature of the sky. We as humans tend to hate repetition; however, I hope this poem shows how the sky is still unique despite repeating every day.