Praise The Sun

No, not the moon.

not this time.

in a world where everyone is looking up to the moon,

hell even her eyes are the stuff, 

i have a little letter to post to the mighty sun. The source

of all our life

Dear Sun,

let me hold you please?

i have lost my light

and i'm dim.

it's dark in here.

i have lost my heat,

i'm short on zeal.

let me feel you for i am exhausted

with no more fight.

I am as cold as blue, 

and far more dead.