In The Light Field

Don’t ever leave the sanctuary,
Despised are those who dare to be different,
Misplaced judgment, sorry times
For those who dare to see,
I’ll pick a pocket full of brightly blossoming buttercups,
I’ll sprinkle their gold into the eyes of a novice,
Then, surely, they will see the Sun,
How it’s glory always shines, it’s just
The sky becomes cloudy sometimes.

Zoë Campbell, date n/a, revised: 30/04/08


About this poem:
I’m always unsure about what to name this poem, it is called ‘Look For The Sun’ on my poetrypoem site but I never really liked that. It was always somewhat of a working title. I think I prefer ‘Sitting In The Sunlight’ for now.