The Course of the Sun

Me, forever sitting in the realm of a desolate night

Blinded by this bleak lack of light.

My somber soul, unshaken by the cold, evening, winds

Stirs now, as the dawn brings light from within.

You, the sun that illuminates my essence with its rise

Filling my soul to the brim with such deep warmth, that I could ne'er surmise

Penetrating me to the core with your radiantly burning flame

I sit still in your presence and relish the beautifully aching pain.

But the sun must take its course and fulfill its obligations

Although it chose to honor me with this brief flirtation.

Without its beams the world would wither and die in hopelessness.

It will not stay for me, but departs with a caress.

And I sit still in the realm of a desolate night

Blinded by this bleak lack of light,

Yet I smile in remembrance of the heaven I attained

And I wait for my love to return to me yet again.