Ah… the sun

The ultimate commander

of humility

and the tales we have spun

 

Continually restoring life

But spelling death too

defining acceptance and obedience

Cutting the air with a knife

 

Is our sky a desert

Where caped corpses

laugh at our hijinks

and the obligations we skirt

 

Do you turn into the moon

at night

disguised so worrisome

Teasing, with bright stars so strewn

 

You watch me

and seem to understand my dreams

A cluster of confusion

from nightmares to afternoon tea

 

The lines are drawn

with the invisible threads

Of your razor-sharp rays

where ideas spawn

 

Thoughts of immortality

and the oneness of all

Winds that coat our skin

reflecting your vitality

 

I drink the shine

and warm my chilling blood

As mornings tell me

of your power Divine