The sun-
The blissful sun
Can have livid circles
Under its eyes
Because of woe
And endless cries
It can show somber
In one of its rays
When it's melancholic
And having its bad days
It can be despondent
If no one's in sight
It can be the dark
When too tired to be the light
But fear not
For it is bold
It can always put
The sadness and fear on hold
It can shower joy
In every flesh and bone
While fighting
The storms on its own
So whenever you look at the sun
in its glistening state
Please know that
Troubles are included in its fate

I've always yearned for the stars;
How it glistens in the dark
How it beams through the sky
And how its fragile light holds me captive--
I've always yearned for the stars.
And maybe I should stop
Knowing that I can never reach it nor keep it in my pockets
But I can't
Because it became my savior from the numbing solitude