And what of sunshine?
In her sweetened haze,
Left behind with your orange flower daze.
Should she keep smiling her lunacies?
Summertime shining through her muggy rays,
Carrying with her the warmth in a blaze.
When her day ends, where should she go?
To the oceans for her lips and praise,
Should the water be an infidel to the sand’s dismays?
Or perhaps rather inward?
To the forest for her foggy gaze,
Should the trees abandon their work for her plays?
Shall she turn down?
To the earthen sod that carries the clays,
Should the ground whisper to her a soft phrase?
Yes, what of sunshine?
In lieu of the night, the moon and his craze,
A dance with the day, his songs and his maze.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
And what of sunshine?
In her sweetened haze,
Left behind with your orange flower daze.
Should she keep smiling her lunacies?
Summertime shining through her muggy rays,
Carrying with her the warmth in a blaze.
When her day ends, where should she go?
To the oceans for her lips and praise,
Should the water be an infidel to the sand’s dismays?
Or perhaps rather inward?
To the forest for her foggy gaze,
Should the trees abandon their work for her plays?
Shall she turn down?
To the earthen sod that carries the clays,
Should the ground whisper to her a soft phrase?
Yes, what of sunshine?
In lieu of the night, the moon and his craze,
A dance with the day, his songs and his maze.
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