Sun must be shy
As he’ll not look
Me in the eye,
Nor will he soar
As had before,
We ruined his sky…
He may ne’er more
Want light our way,
We who fouled
His heaven’s air,
Spewing waste
Corrupting space,
Once known safe
In a world gone grey,
As Solaris fades away…
Alas the keepers
Have ignored,
Desperate shouts
Of world untoward,
Solaris suffers
Shades abyss,
Thus can but move
To light another place,
Leaving shadows
Till dark be fate,
Would end mankind
Starved of Solaris face!
Poetry on a Canapé 
Leaving us in shadows…that’s quite a statement!
I don’t mean it to be, as it is one of the transitional passages into darkness. The whole of it is however something I have come to realize more than ever as time unforgivingly nudges me to clearly see reality, and how this generation keeps pushing its, our luck, at the determent of the upcoming generations. Generations which includes my decedents as in grandchildren as well.
I’ve a family member who keeps trying to convince the world that “tar sands oil” is as pure as that RC churches holy water. It seems nobody ever noticed that every Tom, Dick, and Harry puts their dirty hands in it, to bless themselves as they enter a church. But that’s another story, about religious rituals that is. Jean-Jacques
Understand, my friend. Ah yes, the “another story” would make for a compelling poem!