each night
I roar up at stars
I shake my mane
at injustice
it is not right
that I am
here
I am the Sun
I am
Majesty
but
I am aground
so hear me
roar
ROAR
loud enough
will they hear it
ROAR
and ROAR
some day
they must hear it
ROAR and ROAR
I will make them
sorrow
rue
rue and regret
each night
I watch
and then
I roar
up
up
I roar at stars
~
Poem #552 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
