Last Sunrise

“The light burst through the window”, a refrain,
And so it did, your final shattered sunrise,
Aureate nuggets scattered on the pane,
The light all broken, in a droplet guise.

Significance beat down from this bright disc –
A pyrotechnic added to the scene,
Perhaps to guide your exit without risk,
Or shower us with reassuring beams.

No wonder Akhenaten worshipped Ra,
At times like this I understand the force,
Life’s power held within this dazzling star,
A blessing, at the end of your life’s course.

Anubis will find your heart is Light,
You were a Force of Life in your own, sweetest, right.
©Erina Booker