Am I the sun
Draped in white cloth
I seep through memories
I creep the sleep
those deep in night
Are lighted by sight
The desert storm runs through me
The ocean mariner swims in me
I mar the echo of darkness in games played
Under the sun
Marigolds and sunflowers feed on me
Hie the sound of horizons
Rising on the mountains
Friend of the hen
Kin of the pen
That writes the story of the morning
Dining on ebullience
I stare at my home
Befriend me
For I shall live long with you
For your rise
I shall rise with you
For the bond I have signed
held by light
That was never mine.