The Sun
the sun was oh so full tonight
a lighthouse in the sky.
every night i watch her set,
slipping deeply pass us by.
in her absence i feel cold, alone,
a kind of loss that I abide.
her leaving feels so personal,
as if a friend has died.
I sit down by a lake and feel
her waters grace my thigh.
she warmly holds me like the sun.
i relax and close my eyes.
in this state of calm my mind
unwinds and like a bolt I realize,
for ever that the sun must set,
it means equally, we rise.
