Vindication

   
My day shall come,
with light abounding
bursting ‘round and ‘round
the Sun.
Their eyes will hang low,
stuck upon the ground,
Awestruck,
and afraid
and so completely drowned
In the thousand blinding rays
of mine being right
on this new dawning day

A Conjunction,
The spheres aligning;
The cleverness of fools declining
So of my failures
Never mind me
For with the likeness
Of lightning striking
My day grows near,
So close to sighting.